Eating The Lies She Fed Me
Language: en
My mother always called me her “favorite girl,” her “little sweetheart.” She loved to tell everyone that my brother, Jace, wasn't half as thoughtful as I was. Friends and relatives repeated the sentiment: My mom, Shelly, loved me the most. It was because of my severe childhood allergy to all red meat and seafood proteins. She was tireless, they’d say, constantly making special meals just for me. She’d spend hours online researching recipes for safe, nutritious snacks, terrified that I’d feel deprived. The problem was, Mom was a terrible cook. Everything she made was dry, overcooked, and…