At a family gathering, Diane snatched a plate of roasted chicken away just as four-year-old Evan reached for food.
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Chapter 10
Diane wrote Evan a letter.
I did not give it to him.
He was four.
Adult guilt does not get to arrive in a child’s lap disguised as honesty.
I read it.
I’m sorry Grandma was mean.
Too vague.
I sent it back.
Weeks later another.
I took food away when you were hungry. I hit you. I made you think eating depended on whether I was pleased with you. That was wrong.
Better.
Then:
You never stole food from me. I treated food that was already meant for you as if you had to earn it.
I kept that one.
Still did not read it to Evan.
I asked:
“Do you want Grandma to send you a message?”
He shook his head.
May you like
Done.
No adult disappointment overrode his no.
