Then she finally said what she’d been carrying for months.
“I thought if you worked that hard to send me here, I should make it worth it.”
I took her hands.
“You did.”
She shook her head.
“I could have worked more. I could clean. I could give things to people who didn’t get them.”
I looked at my thirteen-year-old daughter and realized she’d misunderstood the entire gift.
I had thought I was giving her an opportunity.
She thought I was giving her a debt.
The Conversation I Wish I’d Had Sooner
“Mia, listen to me.”
She looked up.
“I worked those Saturdays because I wanted you to experience something wonderful.”
“But—”
