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

would be easier.”

“Who decided?”

Silence.

Then Mom sighed.

“We talked about it the previous weekend.”

That stopped me harder than anything Dad had said.

“The previous weekend?”

“Yes.”

“You planned this days ahead?”

“It wasn’t some secret conspiracy.”

“You decided days ahead of time not to invite me.”

“We thought you’d get over it.”

There it was.

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