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

Then she asked what happened to the bungalow.

“The transitional program accepted it.”

“They chose someone?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Monica and her daughter.”

“The woman you met at Christmas?”

“Yes.”

Mom looked down.

I could see the grief.

For the first time, I allowed myself to feel sympathy without converting sympathy into responsibility.

I could understand that she continue reading …