For the second time that day I phoned home. This time though, it was my sister I wanted to get hold of.
“Why are you ringing her?” Rob had asked.
It was a reasonable question. She and I didn’t have the closest of relationships. She was the golden girl who could do no wrong in my mother’s eyes while I was the divorced single mother who had let the family d…
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