My parents told everyone I was a waitress, for nin…

from the doorway.

Mom. Diane’s mouth moved. No sound came out for 4 seconds.

Then that was I was venting. I did not mean. You did mean it.

And that is okay. Because it told me everything I needed to know. Diane’s face changed.

The guilt cracked open. and something older came through, something inherited. My mother used to say the same things about me. continue reading …