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“I

hate my mom,” Isaiah says. “I hate her so much.”

My gut twists. Isaiah has never bothered to hide how he feels about his mother, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard him say it so directly. Maybe I should scold him for saying something so awful, but I won’t. Not when he’s already lost so much this year. Not when I have to live with the role I played in that loss. “I don’t blame you