“Maybe I wasn’t the greatest mom,” I say, “but I must have done a few things right.”
“None,” my daughter says, grinning. We are sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee and catching up. Sara is married now and working two jobs, so we grab whatever time we can to be together.
“Maybe there was one thing,” she says, and I wonder what it could be. Hoping she might say how much she appreciates the way I read her books or helped with homework.
“You said I could blame you,” she says. “Remember?”