I spent Sunday evening watching them like an observer from another planet. As we sat around the table, I casually mentioned a friend’s recent solo trip. “Imagine just leaving it all behind for a week,” I mused.
Lisa laughed, pouring herself more wine. “You deserve a rest, Mom,” she said, though her eyes never left her plate. She said it as a platitude, an easy phrase to keep the “help” happy. David didn’t even look up from his laptop. “Parenting is a breeze when you’ve got a ringer like Nana in the game,” he joked to his coworkers on Slack.
The irony was so thick it was almost poetic. They were laughing at the very foundation they were standing on, completely unaware that the ground was about to vanish.
