Ten Years of Saving, One Moment of Truth: When My Mother Demanded My House Money for My Sister’s Wedding

hand moved to her pocket and pulled out a small lighter. The kind used for cigarettes, though my mother didn’t smoke.

She flicked it open. The small blue-orange flame bloomed between us, casting strange shadows on her face.

She brought it close to my hair. Close enough that I could feel the heat licking at the strands near my scalp.

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