this morning #1585.
this morning, the atmosphere around the breakfast table was thick. last night, i’d couldn’t find the spine to apologize to mom so here we were. still stuck in strained silence. everyone so afraid of saying the wrong thing that even small talk is a risky endeavor. still cooling off & rightly so. i know that dad’s itching to play the part of peacemaker. it’s clear. right there on his face. when he has something to say but knows that he needs to keep quiet, the slightest inkling of a grin slips out. it’s like his subconscious finds humor in the act of having to suppress his urges. tonight. tonight i’ll try to make things right with mom. i’ll pick up some flowers after school. soften the blow. she’s a total sucker for people sucking up to her.