My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. Shed set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. Id begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to meDont worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change.
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