My oldest daughter sobbed as she gathered her words. I’d always known her to be composed, so it was unusual to see her display such emotion. Sitting in my car a couple of summers ago. I listened patiently as she described the intense pressure she was feeling.
In her early 20s and just a few weeks away from starting law school, she shared her worries about relocating to a new state, finding an apartment, living apart from her longtime boyfriend and taking on her greatest academic challenge. And she was feeling alone. She asked if we could talk more regularly and spend more time together. She said she needed her father more than ever.
