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

of us spoke.

Months earlier, silence would have frightened me.

Now I waited.

Mom finally said, “I miss you.”

My throat tightened.

Those were the words I’d wanted on Christmas Day.

Not explanations.

Not defenses.

Not arguments about property.

I miss you.

“I miss you too.”

Her eyes filled.

Then she said, “I don’t know how we got here.”

I almost answered.

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