“Mother knows best.”
MOTHER WON'T LET YOU GO.
MOTHER GAVE YOU HER EYES, PURPLE AND SWOLLEN.
MOTHER BLAMED YOU. DADDY ISN'T HERE, BUT IT'S NOT LIKE MOTHER CARES EITHER. YOU'RE HERE BECAUSE MOTHER DIDN'T KNOW WHO TO DATE.
The walls seem infinite as I push up against the soft wallpaper.
“Ms. Tate? You have a visitor.”
I stare deeply into Mother’s eyes.
“Mother, take off your jacket. I would do the same, but I can’t get it unbuckled.”