I Wasn't the Mother She Wanted
When my daughter, Ruth Jensen, says for the tenth time that she wants a different mother, I don't get angry. I just calmly ask her who she wants instead.
She blurts, "Vivian."
She means Vivian Green, her tutor… and also the woman my husband has never been able to forget.
At Ruth's birthday party that day, she even openly thanks Vivian, saying Vivian takes care of her like a mother.
Looking at Ruth's young, innocent face, I finally understand that she doesn't like me. So, I stop caring for her and my husband the way I used to.
Instead, I turn around and join a classified national project.
Rather than wasting time on people who aren't worth it, I'd be better off serving my country!