At Mother’s Day Dinner My Family Made A Decision For Me And The Next Morning Everything Changed

My mother was standing in the doorway in a cream house dress, arms folded tightly across her chest. My father stood behind her, slightly back, in the way he stood when he did not want to be in the front of something. Colette was visible in the hallway beyond them, one hand on her hip, Enzo clinging to her leg, Soleil peering around her knee.

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