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I suppose I should be grateful she

still likes her father and me. When I

listen to some of the mother’s talking at

the PTA meetings, I’m horrified at the

distance that seems to exist between them

and their kids once the teen years come

around.

Willow is fourteen, but she still

looks forward to our shopping days and

bake nights. I’ve had to stop cutting her

sandwiches into shapes. Goodbye,