ntelligentwoman,whohadhadacareerbeforeIwasbornandwouldeventuallyreturntoacareer,wouldspendalmosteverylunchhourthroughoutmyelementaryschoolyearsjustwithme.Ionlyknewthatwhenthenoonbellrang,Iwouldracebreathlesslyhome.Mymotherwouldbestandingatthetopofthestairs,smilingdownatmewithalookthatsuggestedIwastheonlyimportantthingshehadonhermind.Forthis,Iamforevergrateful.Somesoundsbringitallback:thehigh-pitchedsquealofmymother’steakettle,therumbleofthewashingmachineinthebasement,thejangleofmydog’slicensetagsassheboundeddownthestairstogreetme.Ourtimetogetherseemeddevoidofthegerrymanderedschedulesthatnowpervademylife.OnelunchtimewhenIwasinthethirdgradewillstaywithmealways.Ihadbeenpickedtobetheprincessintheschoolplay,andforweeksmymotherhadpainstakinglyrehearsedmylineswithme.ButnomatterhoweasilyIdelivered
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