My Middle Class Friend Makes Me Feel Poor

It’s not intentional — but it’s unavoidable.

July's hands. Image created by author.

Ohio holds the door for me as I clamber into his house, following a whirling tornado of children and clutching Baby Bug to my chest. It’s the second time I’ve been inside but the first time I’ve come to socialize. He makes a joke that involves the phrase “I’m too old…” and I laugh, but I don’t know how to say that I…