“Wait— your bag, what about the bag I bought you?” she splutters, pointing
Mimi never understood the people who got first-day-of-school butterflies, until today.
Ma’s made waffles for breakfast. They smell heavenly, sweet and crisp, but Mimi’s stomach somersaults at the sight of them.
“Ugh, I can’t eat,” she mumbles.
“You sure, honey? They’re good.” Ma flashes her a wide smile. That’s Ma, always positive, always cheerful. Sometimes so cheerful that Mimi wants to scream.
Kayla clatters down the stairs. Mimi winces.
“Kayla! Special breakfast in honor of your first day!” Ma is persistently sweet. “C’mon, you girls need to help me out over here, otherwise I’ll have to eat them all myself…”
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