vacation.
I had organized the dates, researched the location, checked the amenities, and made sure everyone had enough space. I had spent hours answering questions about bedrooms, restaurants, beach access, and whether the house had a game room suitable for children.
And now, three days before departure, my own mother was telling me I wasn’t welcome.
My phone buzzed again.
“Also, don’t cancel the house. That would be petty.”
That was the message that made me laugh.
Not because it was funny.
Because it was the first time I realized
