My Mother Locked the Gate on Me

It would have given me something clean to deal with.

“I texted you,” she said.

“I didn’t get texts.”

“Dad said your number changed.”

“It didn’t.”

She swallowed.

I could see the little girl who used to sleep in my room when the wind shook the shutters.

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“I thought you forgot I existed.”

She flinched.

Good.

Then I hated myself for continue reading …