Twenty-Seven - Charlotte
I’m still not used to it. Still don’t take it for granted. Shopping bags stashed in a corner, we sit together: me, Mom, Dad, Vicky. My family. One part of it anyway.
Family…
Mom rocks Vicky, humming. After a few minutes, she puts her into her carrycot. “Keep an eye on her would you, Jenny. I’m going to make some tea. Would you like some?”
“Sure, Mom. And yes, thanks.”
“Larry, you want tea?”
“I’ll have a coffee if you’re making it.”
Mom leaves, my father following her with his eyes as she exits. When she’s gone, his gaze drops to where my little sister lies sleeping, bubbles blowing as she breathes out, deflating as her chest rises.
Almost never does he smile, and unlike my Master, I know that there is no smile hidden behind his blank face. He sits to one s
