My Parents Told Me To Pay My Sister’s Debt Or I Was No Longer Their Child

for, no one in the next room whose approval I am still trying to earn.

Just my table. Just my coffee. Just the light coming in and doing what January light does, which is to illuminate everything without asking anything in return.

I wrap both hands around the mug.

Outside, a car backs out of a space. Somewhere down the hall, a door opens and closes. The continue reading …