I CAME HOME FROM A WORK TRIP, AND MY 7-YEAR-OLD SON SAID, “DON’T GO INTO MY ROOM” — NATURALLY, I LOOKED

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Lauren sat down beside me.

The letter went on with memories from my childhood, advice about raising children, and one sentence that made me press the page tightly against my chest.

“Love does not always return in the form we deserve, but that does not mean we must become incapable of receiving it.”

Then I cried.

Not softly.

Not gracefully.

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