Lila
Shawn’s mom is really nice. Like, surprisingly nice. The moment we started making cookies together, something inside me loosened. I didn’t even realize how tense I’d been until then.
My own mom would never do this. Baking in the kitchen? That’s not her thing. My mom works, comes home, and then disappears into her room to binge TV while lying flat on the bed. Her back’s always “killing her,” according to her. That’s her reason for everything.
Weekends aren’t any better. She cleans the house like it’s some Olympic event, and if I try to help? Forget it. I’ve tried before. She just yells that I don’t clean “the right way” and that I’m making more work for her. Eventually, I just… stopped trying. Why bother when I’m always wrong?
Being at Nina’s house is different. Her mom doesn’t cri
