The Cookie Tin That Saved Me After I Called My Mother Disgraceful

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I stared at it.

“This is…” My voice cracked. “You planned this?”

She shrugged.

“I’ve been planning since you were born,” she said.

My eyes burned.

“I don’t deserve you,” I whispered.

She tapped the notebook.

“Deserve is a funny word,” she said. “Let’s talk about do.”

I swallowed.

“Okay,” I said.

She nodded like that was continue reading …