I Drove Three Hours To Surprise My Mother—Then I Saw My Husband’s Car

into the back seat of my Honda. The kind with the gold foil wrapper that cost too much but always made her smile like a kid on Christmas morning. Then I pointed the car south and drove through the flat Ohio countryside, past endless fields of harvested corn and small towns that looked exactly like the one I’d grown up in.

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