I could build without her.
What I could be without begging for her approval.
Watching the person who hurt you finally sit alone in the mess they made feels good.
But is it as satisfying as you imagined?
Or does it leave a different kind of quiet behind?
Christmas night blurred into chaos and warmth.
We played stupid games.
Burned one of the side dishes and ordered pizza as a joke.
Someone started a singalong that went horribly off-key.
Grandma laughed so hard she had to sit down.
My apartment
