I called Mom while I was shopping and asked, “Should I bring chocolate cake or apple pie for Christmas?” – Welcome

18 a.m.

Christmas Day.

I had spent the morning finishing gifts, buying Mom’s favorite coffee, and planning to arrive early enough to help prepare dinner.

“You changed Christmas?”

“Yes.”

“And nobody told me?”

There was movement on the other end.

Then Dad took the phone.

“Everything was easier without you there.”

The cake box dug into my thumb.

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