I want to be clear about that because you’re going to tell Ngozi I forgave her and I didn’t.

“It’s just that I’d rather have an accurate mother than a monster.

A monster you have to carry around.

An accurate one you can put down.”

She sees her about three times a year now.

Lunch, an hour, in public, on Daniela’s terms, and she has not been inside her mother’s apartment and does not intend to.

She calls her Mom.

And she has never, in three years, let her drive her anywhere.