Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

” I said. “I’m done.”

Sam shouted, “Snack!”

Maria laughed from the back seat.

Alexander kissed me quickly, because romance in our house had learned to work around children screaming about crackers.

We drove away.

One mile.

Two.

Five.

No one spoke until Maria finally said, “Mrs. Cross?”

“Yes?”

“I have worked for many families.”

“I know.”

“That was the best baby continue reading …