Our life. Loud. Ordinary. Full.
“They’re having a ten-year reunion next month,” she said lightly. “I was thinking about going.”
I let out a short laugh.
Not because it was funny. Because it felt unnecessary.
“Why?” I asked.
She blinked. “Why what?”
“Why go?” I said, leaning back in my chair. “So you can tell everyone you stay home and wipe noses all day?”
She turned toward me slowly.
“What?”
I shrugged, irritation rising from somewhere I didn’t examine too closely. “Come on, Anna. Your classmates are probably surgeons, lawyers, CEOs by now. What are you going to say? That you’re just a stay-at-home mom?”
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