I prayed that my mom would show up showered and park far enough away that they wouldn’t see the trash piled to the ceiling of her minivan. “Do I have to say anything?” I asked Annette, my mentor from high school, over the phone. One week before my fiancé’s parents met my mom, I paced across my living room, figuring out what to tell them.
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