Kandace

When Molly and I walk into the house, we are met with the delicious aroma of garlic and my mother standing at the counter chopping fresh vegetables for a large salad. As Mom turns our way, I rest my hand on Molly’s shoulder. “Honey, go take your bookbag up to your room.”

For a moment, I watch as my daughter heads toward the back stairs. As soon as Molly is too far away to hear, I walk toward my mother—the woman with the ...