My Son Brought

My mother looked pained, as if he had offered her roadkill.

“That was thoughtful, but I have more desserts than I know what to do with.”

Behind her, a child yelled, “Grandma, where’s the whipped cream?”

My mother turned her head. “Coming!”

Then she looked back at us, impatient now.

“Laura, why don’t you two come by tomorrow afternoon? We’ll have leftovers.continue reading …