When I came home from a trip, I discovered my three-year-old daughter trembling with her hair completely shaved off. My mother-in-law looked at her coldly and said, “That’s how children learn not to take what isn’t theirs.” – Welcome
“Thank you,” I said. “Please, make yourself comfortable.”
Another cousin touched my arm. “Diane said you insisted we all come. So generous of you.”
Diane arrived last.
Of course she did.
Her coat remained buttoned as she stepped through the door, cheeks flushed from the cold and eyes already inspecting the room like a commander reviewing her troops.
