The Lie About My Home That Unraveled In Front Of My Grandmother

push. She just looked down at her mismatched socks, then back up at me, studying my face as if memorizing it, checking to see if I was still me underneath the exhaustion.

“Mom,” she said softly. “Are we going to move again?”

I opened my mouth to answer, to offer some platitude about adventure or temporary situations, but nothing came out. My throat was continue reading …