“I don’t know how we got here,” I said.
She laughed without humor.
“You got here by being perfect.”
“I am not perfect.”
“You always have the right answer.
You always know what to do.
You’ve got the good marriage, the savings, the house, the husband who brings you coffee in bed.”
“Do you think any of that happened without work?”
“I think it happened because you always knew how to make people choose you.”
I sat in the chair across from her.
“Who chose me instead of you?”
Her lips trembled.
“Mom.”
The answer surprised me.
