Snowflake

by Louise Nealon

Mam’s eyes are mostly brown, but there is a crack in her left eye and half of it is light blue, as though she has another person inside her trying to break through.

“Debbie, the only compliment I want to hear is that I’m an OK human. Do you think I’m an OK human?” “Yes.” “Thank you. Do you think you’re an OK human?” “Em.” “Look in the reflection of that window and tell yourself that you’re an OK human.”