“It’s actually nice to say it all out loud,” she confesses. “I think I’ve kept it in too long. But if you don’t want to hear all of this, I don’t have to share.”
I look at Nessa and see the vulnerability there, but also the trust. Right now, we’re not mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. We’re just two women who have both been through a hell of a lot.
“I’m always here if you need to talk.”
She smiles. “And I’m always here if you need to talk. I know I’m an irritant to my children sometimes.”
“They don’t know how lucky they are,” I say softly.
“No one appreciates a parent quite as much as the child who’s never had one.” She looks up at me with a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad to have you as a daughter now. I’m even more glad that my son has chosen to accept you as a wife.”
“I’m glad, too,
