Love doesn't end, but it does change over time. I was 23 and on holiday at my parents' home, sitting in the dining room minding my own business and thumbing through a magazine. My Mother was in the kitchen baking and we were swapping occasional comments through the closed serving hatch. My Father, who had been busy in the garage, came in to tell my Mum he was going out. He was on his way out of the kitchen door when he paused. "I know I don't say it very often, but I do still love you." There was a silence and then my Mother said, "Thank you. And me you." I was stunned. These were my paren...
More..Deborah Henry-Pollard
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