My Family Toasted

me.

Not enough to change my answer.

But enough to hurt.

“Why?”

Mom cried quietly. “Because you always know what to do.”

I looked at the blank wall.

There it was.

The family prayer.

Mara will know what to do.

Mara will fix it.

Mara will make the frightening thing smaller.

Mara will pay, plan, absorb, forgive.

I breathed in.

Then out.

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