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

me.

She told relatives I had other plans.

Dad toasted the bungalow.

Everyone congratulated them.

Meanwhile, I was in a grocery store the following morning choosing dessert for a celebration that had already happened.

Mom closed her eyes.

“I know.”

“Whose idea was it?”

She stared through the window for a long moment.

“Your father’s.”

I waited.

“But I agreed.”

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