My Mom Gave My Kids Sleeping Bags While My Sister’s Children Took the Guest Room and Something Finally Broke

Ryan drove. I sat with my hands in my lap, palms up, like I was waiting for something I couldn’t name. Owen’s forehead was fogged against the window. Ellie was buckled in with the dinosaur sleeping bag bunched on her lap like a blanket she’d chosen.

“Mommy.” Her voice from the back seat, half asleep. “Can we keep the dinosaur sleeping bag?”

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