My Son Left Me Behind on Thanksgiving and Flew His Family to Hawaii—So Friday Morning, I Called Movers and Took Back Everything I Had Paid For
Food.
The children’s things.
A functioning refrigerator.
The appliances Daniel and Rebecca owned.
Enough to live there.
What was missing were the objects I’d gradually supplied without considering whether I was being asked or simply expected to pay.
“Yes.”
I said.
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