On Mother’s Day, my grown kids told me they had chosen the restaurant and expected me to pay for all twelve of them, just like always.

there,” Madison said.

Her friend, Nora, was silent for one second too long.

Madison frowned. “What?”

Nora sighed. “Maddie, you picked an expensive restaurant and told your mother she was paying.”

“It was Mother’s Day.”

“Exactly.”

Madison stopped pacing.

Nora continued carefully. “I love you, but you’ve complained for years that your mom inserts herself with continue reading …