had never just sat with my mother and sister, like normal, grown-up people, having grown-up conversations that didn’t involve putting anything away or somebody being so annoying. But we found ourselves surprisingly interested in each other’s lives and opinions, as if we had suddenly realized that each of us might have roles beyond the brainy one, the chaotic one, and the one who does all the housework. It was an odd sensation, having to view my family as human beings.
