kitchens.
Suggest something academic, like her aunt pursued.
Apparently, crippling debt without dependable income is preferable.
I’ve watched Ava hold back responses countless times.
After one family brunch, she disappeared into the bathroom for twenty minutes.
When I found her wiping her eyes, she blamed an onion she’d chopped six hours earlier.
So when she approached me and said, “Mom, I want to cook for Grandma’s birthday this year. The whole thing, just me.”
I was surprised and proud.
She understood the effort involved.
She knew how cruel our relatives
