We sat in silence for a moment. “Christmas has always been how I show love,” she said finally. “Bringing everyone together. Making it perfect.” “It’s not perfect,” I said evenly, “if I’m crying in the bathroom and you’re calling the turkey ‘a little dry’ for four years in a row.” She twitched her mouth. “I may have said that.” “You did.” She exhaled slowly. “It wasn’t fair. I get that now.”
She stood. “Lisa asked me to help this year. I think I will.” “You’re not mad anymore?” “I was. But I think it’s time I help more and expect less.” She hesitated, then smiled. “Can I bring my cranberry pie?” “Only if you retire ‘world-famous.’” We both laughed.Continue reading…
