Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

Then she asked, “Do you think we would have been friends if we had grown up in a normal family?”

I laughed.

“You liked ballet and pink ruffles. I liked old paintings and arguing.”

“You still like arguing.”

“Only when I’m right.”

“So always?”

“Mostly.”

She smiled.

“I think we would have found each other eventually.”

Through the window, we could see our children continue reading …