TARA
"Not too much. Just a pinch."
"Okay, not a pinch, just too much."
"What? No, I said not too much!" Mom exclaimed, grabbing the spices out of my hands.
I gasped at my own action, giving mother a smile of guilt. "Sorry, I thought you said you wanted much off this," I apologized, still looking at her.
Mom frowned at me and gave out a sigh. "This is the third time now, Tara. It's like your head isn't here at all."
"My head is here with me!" I touched my face and neck, so she'd see for herself.
She squinted her eyes at my response and asked, "Where is your mind then? Why are you making mistakes out of the blue?"
Oh, that's what she meant.
"I told you to put the carrots on the table and you placed the carrot on the couch. What about the stove? I said turn it on so those things can
