on the road.
“I think I kept telling myself Brianna would grow up if I loved her enough,” he said. “I know now that’s not true.”
I squeezed his hand.
He squeezed back.
Then he glanced over at me for one second and said, “I’m done asking you to make yourself smaller so other people can stay comfortable.”
That was when I cried.
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