“Your sisters are in the kitchen; make sure to say hello before you lock yourself and away to pout until we leave!” Nana called after her.In a move so childish she may as well have been her son, mom stuck her head back down the stairs and yelled a brusque “Hi!” before continuing on her way.“It’s nice to see you, too, Anna!” Aunt Rebecca called after her. Both my aunts exchanged knowing glances. They’d grown up with her and had learned to ignore her erratic moods a long time ago. Sometimes, I marvelled at their interactions. The woman who brought me little more than fear and dread was someone’s little sister. They’d watched her grown, had fought with her…had loved her. Mom didn’t frighten them, nor did they feel the need to tip-toe their way around her.By dinner, Mom had gotten into higher spirits, courtesy of the secret stash of liquor she kept hidden up in her room for occasions such as
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