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

explained and given me a model of competence that had nothing softness attached to it.

“That’s exactly the problem,” I said.

She began to cry then, but differently than she had cried on the porch in front of Officer Ruiz. That crying had been protective, performed at the edges. This was more tired. Less arranged.

“I did the best I could,” she said.

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