She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

every night when he had night terrors after his father left. Like she was the one who took double shifts at the hospital when he needed braces and I couldn’t afford both rent and his orthodontist bills.

I clutched my little handbag—beige leather, the one Daniel bought me years ago for Mother’s Day when he still called me mama instead of Margaret.

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