Shame
Nov 6th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I take a bite of the chocolate cheesecake, stolen from a remote corner of the refrigerator and want to savor with closed eyes, but I don’t dare. Mom can come anytime. I gobble it up, throwing the carton in the trash.
She descends the stairs and frowns at the cake crumbs on the floor. I hate her for that.
I look at the book I’m supposed to be reading and try to hide my shame, my secret. The same secret that’s hers when she introduces her teenage daughter to her friends, her eyes apologizing for the girth of my thighs.
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