When Hope Arrived, Everything Changed

mom?” I asked.

“In her room,” she answered, stirring a pot carefully like she’d done it far too many times before. “She’s been throwing up all day.”

The apartment smelled faintly of soup and laundry detergent. Toys were scattered across the floor. Bills sat unopened on the counter.

I walked toward the bedroom and knocked softly before entering.

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