All my anger has faded to nothingness once we’re back home from the market, but my previous conversation with ma is still heavy on my mind. Ma doesn’t mention a word of it during our ride back. And she still doesn’t say anything about it once we’re standing in front…
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Ma greets me with a long tight hug when she joins us in the kitchen moments later. It’s one of those hugs you give someone before leaving for a long trip. I don’t question her, but it feels special somehow. I take Dray out of his high chair and change…
It’s the middle of the night, so Me-Me gives baby Dray one last late-night feeding. Then he ages up to a toddler (with the Wild aspiration). Me-Me is extra tired, so I take it upon myself to make sure Dray gets a bedtime story and is tucked away, in bed,…