MIASounds of chattering carried up to my ears as I descended down the stairs for my morning dose of coffee.

A frail, familiar chuckle tightened my stomach and spread some feeling of hate and repulsion aimed at solely the owner of that frail chuckle.

Their faces came into view, I plastered on a smile. "Good morning, mom."

"Hey, darling. I hope you slept well?" She asked, her eyes roaming my entire frame.

I knew that look and the proposed talk behind it. I'd been avoiding getting into that ...