Becky
Life felt almost normal for the first time in months, which was probably why I let my guard down enough to actually laugh properly in the kitchen that afternoon, something easy and unguarded that hadn't come from me in longer than I wanted to admit.
Mason was reenacting, badly, an entire wrestling match using two bananas as the competitors, narrating in his best announcer voice while Micah shrieked with laughter from his stool at the island, well enough now, three weeks past the fever crisis, to actually have the energy for this kind of nonsense again. I was laughing too, helpless against the sheer ridiculousness of watching a grown man provide dramatic commentary for produce, one hand braced against the counter to keep myself upright.
"And banana number two attempts the signature
