My mother is 77. She's aging. Time is running out. Last week we had lunch and she asked me two questions I couldn't answer. "Do your children feel proud of you?" and "When was the last time you were truly happy?" I sat there in silence. Because the honest answers would reveal I've failed at what matters. That despite all my success, I don't know if my children are proud of me. That I can't remember being truly happy. Two questions that changed everything.
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