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A Quiet Apology
As the guests began to leave, my mother approached me. Her eyes shimmered with tears. “I owe you an apology,” she whispered. “Not just for the money, but for making you feel like you mattered less.”
I took her hand. “You don’t owe me anything,” I said. “This day turned out exactly how it was meant to.”
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