My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

you get my invitation?”

I looked at her.

“No.”

She picked at the pearl letters on her sweater.

“I mailed it to your APO. The big one, with the wax seal. It was stupid, I know. Mom wanted everything formal.”

“I didn’t get it.”

“Dad said your unit returned it.”

“My unit didn’t return anything.”

Her eyes went wet, but she didn’t cry.

I almost wished she would.continue reading …