No one came to my son’s surgery. Three days later, my mom texted me demanding $5,000 for my sister’s wedding dress.

The last time my mother contacted me was through a birthday card addressed to Caleb. Inside, she wrote: Tell your mother family is forever.

Caleb read it at the kitchen table, frowned, and asked, “Can forever be blocked?”

I smiled despite myself.

“Sometimes,” I said. “Yes.”

He took a blue marker and wrote on the card before handing it back to me.

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