My Mom Called Asking When I Was Coming Back for the Baby Until I Realized Mine Was Already With Me

light conspiring, every dark house holding its breath. My thoughts ran in circles. Maybe she had been confused, and the thought was halfway formed before I rejected it. My mother was not fragile. She was not the type to invent entire conversations. But there had been small things lately. Lost keys she blamed on the new shelf arrangement. Reheated tea continue reading …