I trusted my daughters to watch their sick little brother for just two hours while I handled a work emergency. When he texted me begging to come home, I knew something was terribly wrong. What I discovered when I rushed back made me question everything I thought I knew about my daughters.
I never thought I would be choosing between my children.
I am a 45-year-old mother of three. My daughters Kyra and Mattie are both in their 20s now. They’re fresh out of college with degrees they cannot seem to use.
They moved back home five months ago after their apartment lease fell through and the job market chewed them up and spit them out.Continue reading…
