Vanessa
“So, Dad and I had a heart-to-heart the other night,” I casually said as I helped my mother in the kitchen. This was new for me, and I wasn’t entirely sure what to do. I wasn’t new to cooking, but back in the day, my mother had hired a cook to prepare all of our meals. It would seem that now that she no longer worked, my mother preferred to cook herself. Then again, she only had to cook for two. Usually. The kitchen was warm from the oven and stovetop, and I inched closer to where she was chopping some vegetables for the stew she was preparing. Technically, I wasn’t actually doing anything, but we could pretend that I was.
“He told me,” she said, and I thought about how to bring up her breakdown. “And I suppose Lance told you about my breakdown?”
“He did,” I confirmed. I wasn’t
