My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

stared through the narrow gap in the door.

I could see him trying to arrange the world back into the shape he preferred. Him in charge. Me grateful. Melissa bored.

It was not fitting.

“Mom, you know we can’t cover all that at once.”

“I know.”

“So why would you cancel it without telling us?”

I looked at him for a second.

A stupid second, maybe. Because part continue reading …