it, Mom. Dad would be so proud.”
Now, at sixty-seven, sitting in my kitchen at four in the morning, I wondered: what was it all for? To end up displaced in my own house, for my daughter-in-law to erase my history as if it were worthless, for my son to allow them to treat me this way.
Robert came down in his boxers and t-shirt, eyes swollen with sleep.continue reading …
