A gift from Opa
Alex I quickly leave the new rental we got. My mother sent me a text saying that she has my grandmother’s ring. It was one my grandfather gave to her when they got married. I find it upsetting that she’s telling me twelve years later. Looking up places near the middle of town, I text my mother, saying I will meet her in a coffee shop. I arrive before she does and order an espresso before finding a place to sit. A few minutes later, my mother comes. She orders herself a drink and sits across from me. “How is Kayla feeling?” She asks. I debate if I should tell her. I hate that Kayla heard her yesterday. My mother crossed a line, and I’m not sure there is a way to go back. “She’s sick but will physically feel better soon. I’m not sure if she will get over the only grandmother, she’s kn
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