Last night, across the table where we sat for my dad’s birthday dinner, Pier reached across and gently held my hands. Alix, she said, focusing directly on me. “It doesn’t help anything to worry.” She calmed me, my sister. On the way back to the car, she said to me: “you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.” So is she. So is she.
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