Now, grown, living far away from the suburban cul-de-sac that was once my whole world, I’m almost pleased when my mother calls me while I’m in a bad mood. Finally, someone to take it out on, someone who loves me too much to make me face a consequence for my temper tantrum. I pray that this woman calls me asking for help on how to set up the same printer they’ve had for fifteen years, only to discover that they unplugged it at some point and forgot to plug it back in. I sleep the deepest sleep after twenty minutes on FaceTime with her and my father, the two of them trying to aim the iPad camera
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