“Get the child out of here—there’s no place for poor moms in our restaurant,” the hostess hissed while I was dialing the restaurant owner’s number.

  I stood at the entrance to the restaurant, holding my daughter’s hand. Kira was tired after the clinic, cranky, and hungry. We had just gone in for her vaccination, and I had promised her something tasty afterward. The restaurant was nearby, and I also wanted to check how things were going there. I hadn’t […]

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— Wow, you set a whole table for us, — my husband’s sister brazenly walked into the living room, but I stood my ground.

Candles. Definitely candles. I placed them all over the table, trying to create that very atmosphere I’d been dreaming about all year. A white tablecloth, crystal glasses we’d received as a wedding gift and never once used, a bouquet of white roses in the center. Everything had to be perfect. My birthday—December twenty-third—always got lost […]

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