“Oh my God,” she whispered. “I can’t believe I raised a son like this.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just held my pillow tighter.
“Stay here for a bit, honey. I need to go home quickly. I’ll be back.”
I just nodded, confused about what she was up to.
I didn’t know what to say.
My MIL walked back to her SUV, got into the driver’s seat, and hightailed it out of our parking lot.
I couldn’t sleep as I waited anxiously for her return.
***
Fifteen minutes later, Dana returned, parked the SUV, got out, opened the tailgate, and dug around in the back. I could hear her muttering to herself. Something rustled and clunked.
A minute later, she came back, dragging a long package wrapped in brown paper.
I waited anxiously for her return.
“What is that?” I asked curiously.
“A little parenting lesson,” Dana said quietly, hoisting the package higher. “Left over from the lake trip in July. I never got around to unwrapping it. Come with me. You don’t want to miss this.”
