Yesterday I posted that my darling daughter had been less than darling in her dealings with me. We steered clear of each other the remainder of the evening but, when I went to bed, she came in to see me. She pulled up my blanket and asked if I remembered how I used to tuck her in at night (how could I forget?) and proceeded to tuck me in. She gave me a kiss goodnight and left.
We had a conversation today about how to manage her frustration and anger in the face of helping me. She was remorseful, sweet, and receptive. She IS a darling and my heart breaks when I think of how she must feel about what is going on around her.
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