My Son Brought

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For years, I had used my energy managing my family’s moods. Without that job, I had room to help my son build a future.

That realization made me angry all over again.

How much life had we given away to people who called attention love?

On New Year’s Day, a letter arrived.

Not a card.

A letter.

My mother’s handwriting on cream stationery.

I almost threw continue reading …