to feel like ours.”
“You spent twenty-four years making me feel less than yours.”
Neither answered.
The truth settled over the driveway.
Madison stared from them to me.
For perhaps the first time in her life, she had nothing to say.
I looked down at Grandma’s final paragraph.
You may someday believe your strength means you must carry everyone. It does not. Strength is also knowing when to put the burden down.
I folded the letter.
Then looked at the family I had spent my whole life trying to earn.
