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

appeared in the doorway, sharp and disbelieving. That’s my television, she said.

No, Mom, Sophia said. It’s my television. I bought it two years ago on my credit card. I have the receipt.

Her mother’s mouth opened and closed. There is a particular kind of confusion that comes from hearing a factual statement that contradicts a story you have been telling continue reading …