The summer air hung heavy with the scent of grilled burgers and sweet corn as I arranged the paper plates on the patio table. Sixty-two years old and I still took pride in these family gatherings. Small moments that kept us connected despite our busy lives.
My backyard wasn’t anything fancy. But I’d spent the morning making sure the flowers were watered, the grass was trimmed, and everything looked just right for my family.
“Mom, where should I put these?” Michael, my son, appeared with bags of ice.
“In the cooler, sweetheart,” I said, smoothing down my blouse.
Even now at forty, Michael still had that boyish smile that reminded me so much of his father. I watched as he walked over to where Susan, his wife of fifteen years, stood with her back to me. They had arrived late as usual, but I’d learned not to mention it. Susan’s rigid posture and thin smile whenever she greeted me said enough. I’d long accepted that we would never have the mother-daughter relationship I’d once hoped for.
As I turned to head back into the kitchen for the salad, I heard Susan’s voice drift across the yard. She clearly thought I was out of earshot.
“It’s always the same thing with her,” Susan said, her voice sharp with disdain. “These forced family gatherings, like we’re obligated to show up and pretend we’re one big happy family.”
A neighbor’s dog barked in the distance. I froze, my hand on the screen door.
“Honey, keep your voice down,” Michael warned.
“Why? It’s true,” Susan continued, louder now. “She’s been the plague that ruined our lives. Always hovering, always having an opinion about everything we do, always holding that money over our heads.”
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