My Family Toasted

them to be.”

Elena nodded.

“That’s different.”

“Yeah.”

My phone buzzed.

A text from Mom.

Happy Thanksgiving, Mara. I know it’s complicated. I hope you’re well.

Thanksgiving again.

A full year later.

I stared at the message.

No demand.

No guilt.

No request.

Just a sentence.

Maybe therapy was working.

Maybe loneliness was.

Maybe both.

I typed back:

Happy Thanksgiving,continue reading …