I Retired to Rest, Then My Daughter Drafted Me Into Motherhood Again

hard.”

Jessica’s eyes flash. “So now you’re judging me.”

“I’m judging the math,” I say. “Because the math is me.”

She opens her mouth and then stops, because she knows it too.

She whispers, “You don’t understand.”

I laugh—once, mirthless. “Jess. I worked full-time for decades. I raised you and your brother. I did it without a break. I understand more than continue reading …