When My Child Mentioned “Aunt Phoebe,” Everything Fell Apart

lots of plants. And her couch is really soft. Dad says it’s nicer than ours.”

It felt like being slapped with something soft and humiliating. Nicer than ours. Like our home—my home, the one I kept running—was a joke in someone else’s living room.

“Does she have other kids over?”

“Nope. Just me,” Noah said proudly. “She said I’m special.”

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