I’ve been thinking a lot about the word sorry, especially given recent events. It’s such a small word. One we learn early in life. As children, we’re taught to say sorry when we’ve hurt someone. We learn that it helps repair something. The apology is accepted, and something settles. The relationship feels safe again. But as adults, sorry can become much harder to find. Sometimes it’s replaced with defensiveness. Sometimes with silence. Sometimes with words that minimise the h

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