Ginevra
The next day, my mother was shocked to see my bloodshot and swollen lip as I took my seat at the breakfast table. I explained to her that I had a bad accident at work and bit my lip while falling. She just answered that I should be more careful where I put my foot and that she hoped that it would be healed by Saturday, as I had an important date to attend.
“What will people think?”
Sure, mom, it’s always good to care about people.
I take the plate full of delicious bacon out of my sister’s hand and keep quiet. I’m feeling exhausted, and don’t think I will have the strength to go against all of it anymore much longer.
Why not just let me die in peace?
As my brother asks for the scrambled eggs sitting on the plate before me, I lift my gaze at him for the first time. He takes th
