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

Always there.

Only noticed when it stopped.

Mom whispered, “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For lying about why you weren’t there.”

I waited.

“For deciding you were the problem because you made us uncomfortable.”

I waited again.

“And for expecting the bungalow to remain ours in our minds after we treated you like you didn’t belong at Christmas.”

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