When I came home from a trip, I discovered my three-year-old daughter trembling with her hair completely shaved off. My mother-in-law looked at her coldly and said, “That’s how children learn not to take what isn’t theirs.” – Welcome

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He rubbed the back of his neck.

That gesture.

Eight years of that gesture.

“She mentioned it,” he said. “I figured she’d already talked to you.”

“You figured.”

“Madison, come on. It’s Mom. You know how she is.”

Then came the familiar sigh.

The one that signaled we were about to repeat the same conversation we had endured every holiday since our wedding.

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