Plunging her hands into the scalding water, she felt the skin on her fingers tighten against the heat. She scrubbed at the spaghetti sauce crusted on the plate.
Looking through the window, her usually blank face allowed a smile. Her son and the neighbour ran around, swinging their arms and hollering in the backyard.
Her heart tightened. She thought of the ways she failed her son. Tears welled and she shoved her hands in the soapy water to stem them. Fumbling, her fingers found a mug. As she rinsed the cup, she saw her husband stumbling toward the playing boys.