During the Emergency, which continued to drag on regardless of rumors that the end was in sight, our house had never been without sugar, tea, or food. My father’s work with the government had helped him bypass the thin offerings of our ration books. Yet the general lack still forced my parents to conserve. My mother, always so pampered with her hand-tailored dresses and dainty shoes, had finally started to break.
yeah, so it sounds like your mother sucks
