cooking and children.”
One of his friends sounded uncomfortable.
“Come on, mate. She’s raised eleven kids.”
Richard waved away the objection.
“Exactly. Anyone can have children. That doesn’t make you successful.”
I felt the tray grow heavy in my hands.
Anyone can have children.
I thought about the nights I had spent beside hospital beds. The days I had stayed home with fevers, broken bones, and sick toddlers. The school mornings when three children needed different things at the same time.
I remembered the time Daniel had been hospitalized with
