still foolish enough to want to share it.
“That’s great, honey,” my mother said, distracted, traffic noise blaring. “Listen, I can’t talk right now, but Avery’s Sweet Sixteen is coming up. We’re planning something really special. I’ll need to talk to you about helping.”
Not I’m proud of you.
Not tell me about it.
Not we’ll come to your graduation.
Just continue reading …
