His voice was broken.
“After that it became just something without which my body told me I couldn’t function.”
For the first time, I no longer only saw the stubborn woman who was ignoring my rules.
I saw a seventy-six-year-old woman who had lost her husband and turned her pain into a habit that now controlled her life.
But compassion did not undo the problem.
Martha, you can’t smoke in the house anymore.
- I know.
Not just with the kids. Not At all.
- Okay.
I was surprised.
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Okay?
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Yes.
After six years of arguing?
Smile sadly.
“It may have taken me six years to understand that being my son’s home doesn’t mean that I can ignore the rules of his children’s mother.
When Mike got home, I told him everything.
At first she laughed when you hear about the harmonica.
I wasn’t laughing.
“Mike, your mother has been smoking in the house for years.
