set for 20 and there are four of us here.”
For a second, guilt tried to claw its way in.
Then I remembered myself at eighteen, crying quietly because I couldn’t return to school while being told, “There’s nothing we can do.”
While my brother somehow got rescued from his third financial disaster.
I remembered her calling me too sensitive whenever she hurt me.
I remembered her saying, “No one needs you to come this Christmas.”
“Then she finally knows how it feels,” I replied. “Every year I sat at
