Aunt Mila was the one collecting the eggs every morning but the chore is now mine. We have an extra daily egg since she has flown off and Grandma uses them to bake a cake every other day. Grandpa and ... [+]
I-80 Fathers
It had been silent for several seconds and I knew I had to say something. "So we're not Italian?" It was the only question I could think of. I could tell my mom wanted more but was relieved I wasn't being too dramatic about it. She had just called my sister. God knows how that had gone. "I mean—well, I guess not." She let out an exhausted sigh, barely resembling a laugh. Even over the speakerphone I could feel the weight of her emptiness. She went on. "I should have waited, at least until you got to school. I'm sorry, I don't want you to worry about this—" "I'm not worried. You're fine. Have y