At Mother’s Day Dinner My Family Made A Decision For Me And The Next Morning Everything Changed

Enzo’s infancy was still in the garage. The church ladies would want to organize something. Colette accepted all of it with the ease of someone who had never considered the possibility that joy could be unevenly distributed.

Then my father turned his head and looked straight at me.

“You’ll be helping with the kids.”

Not a question. An assignment.

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