Chapter 15

"You're guessing I'm irresponsible right?" Mother picked the fork. " I came home drunk right?"

"Yeah." I said almost like a whisper. She said she only remembered waking up with a hangover. I assumed she had no memories of the way we talked last night.

"You miss dad right?" She chewed on the pancakes. "He would have been here if not for you. He would have made a better tasting pancake than this crap right here."

My eyes turned glossy. She dropped the fork and I made a mental note never to cook again. I had always been a bad cook. Father was the better cook, mother cooked very good too.

I gave her the picture she brought out of a tiny box for me yesterday.

"What?" She stood up swiftly. "What were you doing in my stuff?"

"Mom I wasn't-"

"Silent! Did I not teach you to stay out of people's belongings? "

"You brought it out-"

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