Jane.

My mom’s voice on the phone made me so happy. Even though we lived far apart, hearing her talk felt like getting a warm hug.

When I listened to her, all my worries went away. My mom always made me feel safe, and her voice reminded me that some things never change.

“Jane, what’s wrong?” June asked loudly. “I’ve been talking to you for ten minutes, and you’re just looking at your food. What’s going on?”

I looked up, surprised. “What did you say? Sorry, I ...