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.

he had been rebuilding for three years. His mother had paid for half the parts. He had never paid her back.

Amber came out and leaned against the doorframe.

“Your mom texted you?” she asked.

“Just the group.”

Amber nodded. “You should apologize.”

Kevin gave a humorless laugh. “For brunch?”

“For the last ten years.”

He looked at her sharply, but she did not continue reading …