I looked at the message for a long time.
Then I put the phone facedown and went back to the table.
There would be time for answers later.
That was the gift I had finally given myself.
Time.
Choice.
Silence that belonged to me.
My children once taught me I no longer mattered unless I was useful.
So I taught them the lesson they had spent years avoiding.
A mother can love you with her whole heart and still close the door when you keep leaving her outside it.
