Treating Those We Love Like Strangers

I was at the bookstore recently with my kids. The little ones were checking out the Legos while the older girls were lounging like hippies on beanbag chairs reading books we hadn’t bought.

I noticed a mother was sitting nearby in the crowded café with her daughter, who seemed about thirteen or fourteen years old. The mother seemed a bit upset and after an intensely whispered conversation the girl walked off past me to go find a book she needed for school, obviously upset.

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  1. Reminds me of working in an office where, when co-workers talked harshly to someone on the phone, everyone else knew: Oh, it's just family.


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