Reclaiming My Own Life

ful Chime-Chime-Pop from my sister Lily' s phone, a sound I' d

omework-a subject I'd aced, she struggled with-that same ch

he metallic taste of a familiar coldness

sent that meme of the cat freaking out. He sa

her oblivious smile; the pieces

"Family Trio" – Mo

t

or a bakery address, I unlocked my mother's phone with Lily's

ule, and coordinating their financial demands: "Had to give Chloe another hundred bucks for her books. When does she sta

lute; I was their ATM

reenshot every piece of their casual cruelty, a dig

f family, the truth pouring out like acid,

ere, Chloe, maybe you should think about finding

sunderstanding; i

s utterly and completely alone in

thousand dollars for Lily' s c

ece of my soul, but this was

t and no one was