dishes.”
“No. It was a year of Sundays where I arrived early, helped cook, watched your children, ate quietly while Rachel and Brenda controlled the evening, and cleaned afterward.”
He weakly shook his head.
“You never complained.”
“That does not make it respectful.”
Silence filled the room.
I continued before he could become defensive.
“The grocery money began when you were unemployed.”
“I remember.”
“You’ve been working steadily for years.”
He stared at his shoes.
“The babysitting began as help.”
“Mom—”
“Now Rachel arrives without asking. The house key existed
