At My Mother’s Funeral My Sister Thought She Had Won Until I Opened the Door

usually mean it. She was right because carrying bitterness is genuinely heavy, and there comes a day when you have to decide whether the weight is worth what you get in return. I am not certain I have fully forgiven Odora. I may never be certain. But I have stopped letting the old injury define the shape of everything that comes after it.

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