Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You

I asked the last question sitting down, because I had run out of legs.

“Why didn’t you tell me?

Not in November.

Any time after.

It’s been seven years, Mom.

There were about three thousand days when you could have said one sentence to me.”

And she said the truest thing she said in that room, and I do not think she knew she was saying it.

“Because by then you’d have hated me.”