“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

a short laugh.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

“No.”

“The kids are hungry.”

“You’re their mother.”

Her breathing changed.

“You know what I’ve been through.”

“Yes.”

“You know I’m exhausted.”

“So am I.”

“You don’t have children.”

There it was.

The sentence she had used in a hundred different forms.

You don’t have children, so your time matters less.

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