When I was growing up in the 1960's, my mom and I set our hair on plastic rollers. Mom's hair was short and curly and mine was long, wavy and often in girly pigtails, but neither of us wanted frizz.
If your daughter had a life-threatening physical illness, your support system would gather around you and help. Fortunately, there's a wonderful organization called NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) that provides support for friends and family of the mentally ill.
I drank too much at a party over the weekend and may have accidentally kissed a woman. No one knows, but my conscious is eating me up inside. I’ll never see her again and I don’t even know her name.