Shortly after I sat down in the chair, though, the nail tech asked a question I've heard a thousand times before, one I usually answer without even giving it a second thought.
"How many children do you have?"
I froze. I stared at her, open-mouthed, for what felt like an eternity. I realized that I had no idea how to answer that.
After stammering for a moment, I settled on the easy answer.
"Four."
It's a lie. It tastes bitter on my lips. It hangs heavy in the air like a bad smell. It makes me sick.
I don't have four children. I have five children. Five.
She probably thinks I'm crazy now. Who doesn't know how many children they have?
Me apparently.
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