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Chapter 11 - THE MEAL TRAINMaya’s sister, Jenna, had organized a meal train.

Eight friends.

Frozen meals.

Soups.

Gift cards.

Mom hated it.

I learned that from text messages.

MOM:

Your fridge looks like a charity case.

ME:

It’s food.

MOM:

Maya needs to get moving. The longer she lies around the harder recovery is.

ME:

Doctor said rest.

MOM:

Doctors say that because they’re afraid of lawsuits.

I had replied with a laughing emoji.

That stupid symbol bothered me for months.

I had treated her contempt like a joke.

Then another text:

MOM:

When you were born I cooked Thanksgiving dinner five days later.

ME:

Different generation.

MOM:

Better generation.

There.

The philosophy.

May you like

I had seen it.

I had not confronted it.

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