three weeks before admitting I hated it.
At twenty-one, I worked under Mom’s surname because I wanted to earn something nobody could connect to my family.
She understood me better than I had realized.
Then I reached the line that stopped me.
I hope motherhood does not teach you to disappear into other people.
I lowered the pages.
Leo slept quietly with both arms above his head.
Mom continued.
Love will ask things from you.
Marriage will ask things from you.
Children will ask things from you.
Family will sometimes
