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I really miss my mom too, you know? She's back in California, and we mostly just text these days. It's weird how life gets busy and suddenly you realize it's been weeks since you had a real conversation with someone so important.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was too busy with his new girlfriend. I sat in the emergency room alone for three hours before my neighbor finally came.

When I was 12, I fell off my bike and broke my arm in three places. My dad was supposed to pick me up from the hospital, but he was at a golf tournament. The nurse kept saying he'd come soon, but he showed up two days later.

When I was 14, my appendix burst during a school field trip to Atlanta. The teachers called my mom at her hair appointment, and she told them to just take me to any hospital. She showed up three days later, saying she had to finish her spa weekend first.

I stared at the message, feeling a cold resolve settle over me. For years, I’ve put their needs first, but seeing Lucas’s face at that empty window changed everything. I won't pay for Tyler’s graduation while they ignore my son. It’s time I started choosing us instead.

To Margaret, I dedicate these watercolor memories of autumn, 1924. She was twenty-three, brilliant with both brush and verse, living in that sun-drenched studio on Wellington Street. Her paintings captured what words could never express, making her more than just another artist.

When I was 14, I broke my arm during gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach drove me to the ER, and my parents didn't show up until three hours later. They were at a wine tasting.

You know what happened to me today? I was driving to the store, and my mind started going to these places. Like, what if the brakes failed? And I started imagining all these scenarios. And my daughter was in the back seat, and I just kept thinking about safety.