At Sunday dinner, Dad told 23 relatives: “She’s wo…

here to see you. She says she’s your mother.”

“Tell her I’m in surgery.”

“Will you be available later?”

“No.”

At Christmas, they sent an enormous gift basket to my apartment: expensive chocolates, wine, gourmet foods, a card signed by everyone.

We miss you. Please come home.

I donated it to a homeless shelter.

On my birthday in February, my entire family continue reading …