“Now if you don’t mind,” my mom said as she tried to get into the house. “I’d like to come in.” 

“No.” 

“What do you mean no?” she chuckled. “Get out of the way child.” 

“I said no, mom,” I said again. 

But she didn’t stop. 

She pushed past me as if I were a curtain instead of her daughter, her heels clicking against the floor like she owned the goddamn place. Like she had never been thrown out. Like she hadn’t shattered everything she ...