What Else
They haven't seen their mother in almost four years, and I'm not sure if anyone remembers to tell them when this official document or that one means they're one step closer to being with her once and for all.
Still, without encouragement or the facts, they hold on. To each other, to the future, to the sound of her laughter echoing on the phone, a continent and ocean now removed.
And why not hold on? Stephanie and I say to each other as we begin to piece together the stories of their ancestors. These girls come from a long line of women who trust in the future, who believe beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's worth it to hold out for the life you were meant for, no matter how far away it feels or how preposterous it sounds.
What else could you possibly hope for?
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