I thought moving in with my son would mean peace and family.
Instead, it meant living under the same roof as a pregnant daughter-in-law who looked at me like a problem she couldn’t solve.
Then the grumpy neighbor next door asked me to dinner.
And for the first time in years, I felt seen.
I didn’t realize I was walking straight into a plan.
A plan that would explode on Thanksgiving and make me question whether any of it was real.
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