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

giving us.”

Later, it became “our retirement place.”

By the third visit, she was saying, “Next year, we’ll put the Christmas tree over there.”

I had smiled every time.

I thought their excitement meant my gift was succeeding.

Now I realized possession had slowly replaced gratitude.

My phone rang.

Dad.

“We need to talk.”

“We’re talking.”

“Face to face.”

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