“We Need Your Apartment For The Weekend,” She Texted—Without Asking

from Chicago without asking. “There’s not really space,” I tried. “I have Liam this week.” My dad frowned like I’d suggested we burn the flag. “He’s little. He’ll sleep anywhere. Put him in bed with you.” I moved Liam into my bed, slept on the couch, gave up my own rest so my parents wouldn’t have to say no to a cousin they saw once every five years.continue reading …