Barn Burning

My mom is planning for her death, and my dad is helping her. It’s the first time they’ve spoken to each other lasting longer than a hello, how are you in at least a decade, and it’s unnerving. It’s unnerving to be talking to one of them on the phone and hear, “Your mother said,” or “I was talking to your father” like it’s a normal thing they do, like it’s not something they’ve required me to facilitate my entire life.

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