“Hey Mom, what would the quarantine be like if you had to be shut in with your parents?” my middle child asks, as she licks her ice cream.
We’re all curled up on the couch together to watch Netflix’s “The Willoughbys” for a family movie night. I pause, mainly because I want to keep the conversation light, and the topic of my childhood is heavy.
A knot twists in my stomach at the thought of it. “Not like this,” I tell her. My husband gives me a knowing glance. My eldest child rests her head on my shoulder.
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