They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

were younger?

What if I had taught them sooner that love is not a blank check?

What if Henry and I had said no more?

What if we had let them struggle a little instead of smoothing every path?

The ocean didn’t answer.

It just kept moving.

And maybe that was the answer.

You can’t swim backward.

You can only decide how to move now.

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