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

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“Then what was missing?”

She sighed.

“You know.”

I did.

The labor.

She had received my labor for so long that its absence looked like less love.

“I’m not withholding affection, Mom.”

“That’s how it feels.”

“I’m sorry it feels that way.”

Then I did something that was still difficult for me.

I didn’t offer to fix next year.

Meanwhile, the bungalow passed inspection.continue reading …