I got older.”
“What did you think when you were little?”
She pushed potatoes around her plate before answering.
“Sometimes I thought you wished our family had turned out differently.”
I grabbed her hand.
“Aurora, we never wished you away.”
“I believe you, Mom. I’m just telling you what it felt like.”
“Then why didn’t you ask us?”
“Because whenever I mentioned Maisie, you looked so sad. I even drew a picture of all four of us once, but I threw it away. I thought it might upset you.”
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