Maybe my dad said something to trigger it, I don’t know, but for the first time, it dawned on me that my mom would one day die. The thought bulldozed my mind and knocked everything over. I can remember exactly the bend in the road where I thought it. Mom would die. I would be without her. It felt like a terrible injustice. I remember turning my face to the window so as not to be noticed, pretending my sniffles were allergies.
