And I understood that those words, whispered, repeated, over and over, were more than apologies. They were the foundation of our family, fragile and flawed, but real. Each “I’m sorry” was a brick holding together the walls of a house that would otherwise have crumbled under the weight of grief, illness, and memory lost.
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Chapter 12, I miss you I’m sorry (Can we turn back time?) by rielstell4