By the time I got down to the kitchen to get a bite to eat, my mother, her new husband Ryan, and their bouncing baby boy, Carter, were all already occupying the kitchen.
“You’ve got to eat one more bite! Come on, one more!” My mother said, raising a spoonful of some baby mush in Carter’s direction. Was this how she was with me? When I was just a baby and no one had any idea how messed up I was?
“Good morning,” I said. My mother remained with her back turned to me, but Ryan gave me a slight nod, acknowledging my presence in the room. “Um, I have a meeting with the principal today,” I said. I grabbed a red apple off the kitchen table and began twisting and poking at its stem out of nervousness
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