CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

at Madison with pity.

Madison laughed too, loud and real, purple frosting on her chin.

That night, after everyone left, Laya found me washing dishes.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think about Target every day anymore.”

The plate slipped slightly in my hands.

I turned off the water.

“That’s good, baby.”

“Sometimes I do. But not every day.”

She leaned against me.

“I continue reading …