How Green Becomes Wood

"I don't feel as guilty anymore," Daizi assured Sally, "but I don't know, I think if she had more troubles after being born early, I can't say if I wouldn't. I've talked about it so much with my therapist, and I really want to be able to say I feel... acceptance, or forgiveness, or whatever term she is trying to get me to come to, but when I think back to that time, it still..." She sighed, "But the important thing is, at least I hope this is what matters, is today, at this point, with her so unaffected by the conditions of her birth, I don't feel that same ever-present sense of guilt I used to feel. It's hard to describe the way I find myself feeling now. It's not guilt, and not quite regret, but..."
 
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"Is it relief?" Sally suggested when Daizi trailed off. "Or perhaps waiting for the other shoe to drop? I am glad that you no longer feel guilt. You have nothing to feel guilty for. I know that is a trite and easy thing to say, but it is true. I think you are correct, though, in that what truly matters is the fact that today she is outside with her father playing just like any other child."
 
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