My mother waved it away.
“She’s a child. She’ll get over it.”
Those words landed like a slap.
“She’s your granddaughter,” I said. “And she worked herself to exhaustion for you.”
Emily flinched.
That was when my father finally looked at her.
“We didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said.
“But you did,” I replied.
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