Tripping over her tongue tumor, my mom croaks out a few words. “You fold socks the right way, Emily,” she manages.
All by Emily Hessney Lynch
Tripping over her tongue tumor, my mom croaks out a few words. “You fold socks the right way, Emily,” she manages.
I blurt: “I love you.” He’s startled. Pauses.
I arrive prepared, having typed my concerns beforehand. I’ve been summoned for a meeting with my coach and some board members