Beth
I was home a few minutes from work when I heard a knock on the door. I had just set a pot of water on the stove, dumping in a packet of beef-ramen seasoning. I broke off a chunk of uncooked noodles from the package, chewing it as I make my way to the front door. I'm shocked to see who it is that knocks. Usually I'm knocking at her door.
"Mom?"
"Beth, oh Beth," she sobs, inviting herself in. Flummoxed, I close the door behind her and stare quizzically at her retreating figure. "Oh, Beth. I have really messed up this time."
"What happened?"
She sobs as she seats herself down on my couch. My eyes are glued to her as I make my way into the kitchen and shut off the burner before sitting on my loveseat adjacent to her. She asks me for a glass of water and I stand, rolling my eyes, wo
