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I watch my daughter holding her youngest daughter who is crying. Actually, it is something between a cry and a scream. I do not know the word to describe this inconsolable wrenching wail coming from a shaking little two-year-old.
It is not that anything terrible has happened. She has not fallen or hurt herself. No one has taken anything from her. She is not frightened. But she appears utterly heartbroken, caught between impossible alternatives.
I have never made a New Year’s resolution.