Moments like these, I want my Mom. I tell her most things first. Telling Mom is like telling myself. I called, crying. I didn’t want another baby. I wanted an abortion. “Oh, Christa.” Mom sounded disappointed in me. Mom gave up every dream of her own for me. She’d worked two jobs or more my whole childhood, never any help. A long pause. Mom said if I wanted another baby, I could do it. If I wanted to focus on the Two Beer Or Not To Bear Vintage Shirt and I will buy this children I already had, I could do that. Maybe Mom was right, though I was leery. I’d called her crying and panicked the morning Trump won, too. It had been tense between us; Mom insisted the country would be fine, don’t be dramatic. Nothing would change. It’s always been a man’s place. Four years later we still remind each other how correct I’d been. But never mind. Mom reassured me we live in a free country. Choice is a given.
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“You’re right, Mom. I’ll call you later. After work.” I pressed the Two Beer Or Not To Bear Vintage Shirt and I will buy this red disconnect call button at the bottom of my phone. For the first time in my adult life, I longed to live at home again. To have the care of Mom’s meals, and the electric bill paid.