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The Christmas I Finally Chose Myself — And Left My Daughter to Face the Truth

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with vegetables from the market, a crisp salad, and a glass of local wine. We ate on the terrace while the sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” Paula said, raising her glass in a toast.

“Happy Christmas Eve,” I replied, and meant it more than I had in years.

There were no fireworks or expensive gifts or orchestrated continue reading …

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