When I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Child My Parents Turned Against Me But They Forgot Whose Name Was On The House

an annoying fly. Dad had always bellowed and stomped and delivered threats like they were scripture. But there was a point at which you stopped listening. I’d passed that point years ago.

Or at least I thought I had.

The diner smelled like coffee and burnt toast and a dozen dinners that were never going to be remembered, only consumed and forgotten. continue reading …