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my Christmas.

He sent one word.

Trying.

Around one in the morning, my mother opened the laundry room door with her knuckle because both hands were full.

She had a plate.

Turkey, potatoes, green beans, and a sad little scoop of stuffing smashed against the side.

“You didn’t eat,” she said.

“I did.”

“You cut one piece of turkey into six pieces and moved it around.continue reading …