She asked if she could apologize to Mia.
I said that was up to Mia.
I told Mia about the call. I told her she didn’t have to say yes. That nobody would think less of her for saying no, after what Donna had done.
Mia thought about it for a whole day. Then she said, “I’ll see her. Because I told her I hoped somebody would see something good in her someday. And I can’t say that and then not give her the chance to grow it.”
Ten years old.
So Donna came over. And she sat down across from my daughter, and she cried, and she said she was sorry, really sorry, for the flowers and for what she’d said and for who she’d been. And Mia listened, and when Donna was done, Mia reached out and took her aunt’s hand and said, “Thank you for growing. I knew you could.”
