This is my family. People I know and can trust. I’d never been happier to see them. At the same time, I didn’t know what to say about what just happened. Maybe it was nearing time for me to tell the whole truth, too. “Honey, are you okay? You seem upset?” my mom asked. “That’s an understatement,” I said, then stormed past her and into the kitchen. I was starving, and as I rummaged through the leftovers, Tyler approached me. “How was your night with your friend?” he asked, looking innocent and adorable. His face was like that of an angel. I didn’t know how to respond. “We had a fight,” I said, simplifying the truth. “And we’re not friends anymore.” Tyler stared back at me, surprised. In his short life he’d never experienced his mom in a fight with anyone. I doubted he’d ever seen me this angry before, either. “I’m sorry,” he said, trying to comfort me. “Do you want to come with us? Grandma and I were going to watch the rest of the movie?” Watching television was the last thing I wanted to do.
