Mother
“Is this your fourth or fifth divorce?” I ask. “I can’t remember.”
You won’t believe what happened at my dream job interview! If Mom was a different kind of mother, I might’ve led with that excited announcement.
I would tell her about the corner office, the worldwide…
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