From Daughter to Mother

Kaelia

The drive out to my dad’s place dragged on way longer than half an hour, even though I’d taken that same stretch of road a thousand times as a kid. My hands clamped the steering wheel like I was bracing for impact. I kept running lines in my head: Dad, I have news. I’m pregnant. Nothing fancy, just the facts. But my stomach twisted anyway. I was an adult, married, running my own business. I