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

you.”

That was the first time she’d said it so plainly.

“I thought it was one night,” she continued. “I thought we’d have one easy Christmas, then everything would go back to normal.”

“You thought I’d get over it.”

“Yes.”

“Why were you so sure?”

“Because you always did.”

There it was again.

My forgiveness had become part of the family infrastructure.

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