There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

occasions where my mother’s voice was likely to be louder than my own internal one. I’d spent forty minutes on my hair and another fifteen talking myself out of going back to the store and hiding behind my inventory until the whole afternoon passed.

I’d told myself I was going because I loved my sister. I told myself that every time. I kept going, and continue reading …