Soggy Cereal
I stayed in bed because I knew I was supposed to. I pretended to sleep through the whispered arguments and the clanking of dishes. I peeked out from under the covers to see her proudly carrying the cookie sheet with her Mother’s Day display. I successfully feigned waking up rested and delighted to the breakfast prepared in my honor. How I choked down that very full bowl of soggy Special K, I will never know. My daughters, who were 9 and 7 that year, were trying their very best to make my Mother’s Day memorable. And they did. I will
