I told myself I was protecting her. Deep down, I was protecting myself.
Still, I often wondered whether raising her alone had left an emptiness no amount of love could fill.
That was partly why her class trip to Los Angeles frightened me so much. LA was two thousand miles away, and the thought of Lily staying in a hotel without me made every maternal alarm in my head sound at once.
Finally, I gave in.
“There’ll be two teachers for eighteen kids,” she pleaded. “Room checks at ten, and I’ll call every night.”
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I refused until she finished the school year with straight A’s.
Finally, I gave in.
“You call every evening,” I said. “No wandering off, no ignoring your teachers, and no changing plans without telling me.”
Lily hugged me tightly.
“I promise.”
I wanted to believe that trusting her meant I was finally learning to let her grow up
