Dad looks at me with more seriousness. “And in the meantime, just use some patience.” He glances over at Mom. “Does anyone in this family have any?” Mom raises her hand. “Me.” He smiles lovingly. “Yes, you do, love.” He swings his head back to me. “Your mom will share some patience with you.” “All the patience,” Mom says to me, like we’ll get through this together. I’m not alone.
