The hugs had become shorter.
The conversations had become fewer.
I understood it was part of growing up.
That didn’t make it any easier.
When my husband, Daniel, suggested a week at a tropical beach resort before Maya started her junior year, she immediately shook her head.
« I already told Emma I’d go shopping with her. »
« You can shop any weekend, » I said.
« This is different. I’ll miss everything. »
Daniel smiled.
« What exactly are you going to miss for one week? »
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