On Saturday, May 22, 2021, I take Gargantubaby, who is three and a half, to visit my parents in Evanston, Illinois. It's the first time we've all seen each other since January 2020, when GB was two and my parents came to San Francisco from Evanston and my brother and sister-in-law flew in from China.

SATURDAY
It's been long enough that my parents forget that when they pick me up from the airport, I sit in the backseat writing down everything they say.

They have an age-old dynamic where my mom tries to tell my dad directions, and Dad tries to quiet her with a dangerously calm, "Rose." She's never right, but she never stops trying to give him directions. It starts before we're even out of the airport, on our way to the elevator to the parking garage.

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