MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW SLAPPED ME FOR DRINKING MILK. THEN MY SON CAME HOME EARLY.

The first slap knocked the glass from my hand. It struck the white tile beside my left slipper and exploded into bright pieces. Milk spread through the cracks between the tiles. For a second, that was all I could look at. The milk. The broken glass. My own hand still curled around something that was no longer there. Then my…