We didn’t know what came over us. Kaylene was blubbering about how she missed me, was worried about me undergoing some form of life-crisis or having an affair since I was starting to change how I looked, and her fears of never seeing me again. I, on the other hand, muttered through sobs about not living up to being a mum that people expected me to be.
To pacify her – and also because of how much I felt alone, afraid and guilty over the past few weeks – I spilled about my surgery. Kaylene listened and told me never to do this again, that I was perfect as I was, and that “Dad will never notice because he loves you for who you are inside”.
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