Angela: You know, I remember when she was little, about fivish, I was looking out the kitchen window. She was climbing up this stupid little tree that could barely hold a bird. It was hard, but I made myself stand there, hoping she'd realize it wasn't safe.
Maura: What happened?
Angela: She slipped. Fell about 10 feet. By the time I ran out to the backyard, she was chasing Frankie and Tommy down the side of the house. Am I always gonna be this scared?