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We’d always been a “Navi family,” as I liked to call it, focused on learning independently

I stand taller yet, flash a smile to 20 upturned faces. Sweet little ten-year-olds. I’ll miss you, girlies

“It’s Rina’s last high school play,” I sobbed to my married daughter sitting next to me

 I head straight for the schoolbags. They’ve been eyeing me since school ended

“I promise you, it’s harder for me to speak to you than it is for you to speak to me”

“Ohmygoodness.” Rechy rushes to speak. “You picked up, yay, you picked up. How are you?”