The longest journey

I always said that my grandparents traveled a long distance to reach America. But the the really longest trip my family ever took was when my Catholic Italian mother traveled from South Jersey to Central Jersey to attend the bris for the two boys her nephew and his gay partner adopted from a South American slum. She brought both the gift of love and hot Italian bread. She understood that Christianity would ask her to turn away from a nephew so well loved and wonderful… or from those he loved.