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The Parent Teacher Conference

作者: Koko
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The family therapist, a calm, practical man named Dr. Okafor who specialized in nontraditional family structures, met with all three of them on a Thursday evening, and spent the first session simply asking questions, patient and unhurried, about how they'd built their life together.

"You've done a lot right already," he said, near the end of the session. "The honesty, the consistency, the refusal to hide from hard questions. That's the foundation. What we're building on top of that is just lang
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