Then: “Mom, I’m sorry. Sarah’s really stressed about traveling with the baby. She thinks it’ll be easier with fewer people. We can do another trip later, just us.”
Fewer people. As if I was clutter to be removed, excess baggage to lighten the load.
“I paid for this trip,” I typed, then deleted. “This isn’t fair,” I typed, then deleted. “How dare you,” I typed, then deleted.Finally: “I see.”
Two words that contained a universe of understanding.
The Long Night
I didn’t sleep. I sat in my kitchen with tea growing cold, watching the hours pass on the microwave clock.
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