"mom, i was thinking of having a birthday party. is that okay?"
"whatever you want. when's your birthday?"
looking back, i realize that i should have been hurt. surprised at the least. but i was naiive and desperate for approval, so i told her "june 4th. i was hoping you and dad would be there."
"i have things to do. people have expectations you know." whipping her mascara shut and grabbing her plum-colored clutch, she stood and straightened her Vivienne Westwood ensemble.
my mother was, unknowingly, a card-carrying member of the Dunning-Kruger effect club.
maybe i should have just been pleased that she cared enough to ask when it was. nevermind that she didn't remember.
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