My mother-in-law pointed at the door during New Year’s dinner and snapped, **“If you don’t like my rules, get out!”** – Welcome

Christmas music drifted through the speakers, and exhausted employees moved around shoppers searching for last-minute dinner ingredients.

I adjusted the cake against my hip.

“Very funny, Mom. Which one do you want?”

She didn’t answer.

That was when my smile disappeared.

“We did Christmas yesterday,” she finally said.

I stared at the apple pie.

“What do you continue reading …