Alec.
I stand inside Anna's kitchen; pots and pans line the countertops along with a mess of flour, eggshells, and some vegetables that have been spilled. “Fight it, fight it,” I tell myself.
Since I arrived here, I have tried to control this urge, and I thought I was doing well until today, when the kids made brownies and got chocolate all over my white top. I ignored the smudge, but only for a few minutes. My heart begins to pound as Anna asks, "Are you okay, honey?"
However, I’m too busy looking at everything to answer. Zoning out, I don’t realize what I’m doing until someone grabs my shoulder. “It’s alright, Mom will do this."
Blinking, I come back to reality and see I’ve cleaned half of the mess. “How long?"
Jackson shrugs. “Not long. I told Mom to leave you alone, but then you k
