Love you, darling.’ ‘Love you too, Mum.’ It’s the call and response that ends every phone conversation with one of my daughters. Sometimes it will be me who professes love first, sometimes them, but we know something is off if it doesn’t happen. It’s not a huge deal, but I know I feel better if we have made the effort.Now aged 23 and 32, both have left home, but we speak most days on the phone.It’s a casual thing, but like so many seemingly casual exchanges in families, it is freighted with meaning. At my end, I am telling my girls that whatever happens to them that day, they should know that I will always love them, unconditionally.
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