Goodbye is only the start

She kissed him goodbye knowing he wouldn't remember her by tomorrow. We will get to that part later. Fine, I gasp, exasperated. I do love my mother—deeply, truly—but she can be unbearably overbearing at times. It’s like living with a steamroller made of lace and unsolicited advice. She means well, I think, but she’s got her own... methods. Tonight, for example, she served eggs, bacon, and waffles for dinner. Not brunch. Not breakfast-for-dinner-as-a-fun-change. Just... dinner. And you know what? That’s our favorite. Mine, hers, and even Joseph's—back when he had the ability to chew.

We eat. We laugh. We discuss the problem in the basement.

The “problem” being Joseph.