My Mom Showed Up to My Fancy Engagement Dinner in an Old Dress, but She Had a Reason Nobody Expected

room change when she entered.

She would stay for a few seconds.

Then leave.

She did that for years.

I think about it often now.

She could work two jobs, come home barely able to stand, and still need to see that I was safe before she allowed herself to rest.

That was Patricia Reyes.

She is fifty-nine now.

She has worked at the same accounting firm for twenty-two years, though she’s no longer answering phones.

She manages the accounts of small businesses.

She’s excellent at it.

She owns her