I used to think my daughter Nina and I were inseparable. At 25, she was independent but still made time for Sunday dinners, birthdays, and movie nights. Then the visits stopped—first missed occasions, then holidays, then months of distance. Her excuses sounded polite but hollow, and her voice carried a strange detachment I couldn’t ignore….
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