“Dinner’s ready,” Charlie called from the dining room, oblivious to the moment or choosing to ignore it.
“Come on,” my mother said, lifting Jason from his high chair. “The roast will get cold.”
That was the last time I ever wanted to see my mother. After that night, I stopped trying.
And she didn’t seem to care. Not long after, she moved to another city and only called my grandmother occasionally. But she never called me.
Years passed.
I grew up, became a successful woman, and built a life of my own. I wContinue reading…
