My Mother Told Me To Give Up My Room Until I Left Quietly

breakfast. The crinkle of the plastic bag seemed unreasonably loud in the reverential atmosphere.

“Could you try to be a little quieter,” her mother said without turning around, “your sister has a dreadful headache.”

Sophia ate standing at the counter while her mother cut Danielle’s pancakes into bite-sized pieces the way she had when they were children.continue reading …