Halfway through the crackers and not nearly far enough along through my homework, Mom speaks, her voice quiet, almost musing. “I used to wonder what you’d be like if you were a girl.” I look up. “Really?” “Yes.” She seems surprised to hear herself talking about it. “When you were little, you once asked me if you could be a princess.” “I don’t remember that.” Except now I’m starting to think I do.
