Writing may help her. What might help me right now is to smash something. Break, crush, and demolish something so it can never be glued back together
“I’m waving from where I stand, do you remember me now?”
The light is glaring between the slats in the blinds. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon. Rivky will have a field day going on and on about how lazy, undisciplined, and utterly useless I am at doing anything that requires brain cells. I can feel her anger already.
I need a double shot of coffee to combat her voice in my head.
Miri knocks on the door. “Ma, are you up yet?”
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