Mothers learn how to smile through many things.
We smile through exhaustion.
We smile through worry.
We smile through heartbreak.
And sometimes, we smile through words that sting more than we want to admit.
The moment the front door closed behind Amparo, my smile disappeared.
I stood alone in my living room staring at the receipt lying on the coffee table.
The number printed at the bottom suddenly looked much bigger than it had in the store.
Maybe she was right.
Maybe I had been foolish.
