![]() ![]() ![]() And something else we had established very early on, was an openness to discuss anything and everything. Me looking younger than my nearly twenty-year difference in age, and Sharon looking far more mature in hers. Something we had both come to laugh about, but finding flattery in as well. Some had even said we looked enough alike to pass as sisters rather than as mother and daughter. The only bright side to any of this, if there was a bright side to be looked at, was that we were close enough to not get on one another's nerves. Sadly, the visits to see her came less frequently and far less long in their stay even when they did. And though they did come for visits, the girls who were Sharon's age had lives and activities of their own. It was devastating news for a young woman who would miss much of the last remaining months of school convalescing at home, rather than spending time with her friends. Spending several days in the hospital, she was then moved home and informed that she'd be spending the next month or so there while she recovered. She was both a gymnast as well as a cheerleader for her high school and had broken both legs in the accident. My heart ached and went out towards my daughter Sharon when she was involved in a serious car accident. Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. ![]()
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