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

and I repaired our relationship first.

She started calling more often.

Not to ask what Mom and Dad were doing.

To ask what I was doing.

One evening, she brought takeout.

No crisis.

No family problem.

Just dinner.

Halfway through, she said, “I think I understand Christmas now.”

“What part?”

“I kept thinking the bungalow was separate.”

“Like Dad.”

“Yes. I thought continue reading …