The morning of the test I walked into the kitchen and my parents were sitting at the table waiting for me. As I poured a cup of coffee my mom asked me a question.
Sitting in the bathroom, with the door closed and the water running while she splashed water on her face, I need to calm down, Emma thought, or this will only get worse.
Shades of Blue
“Hey mom, could I dye my hair blue? You know like Sherri’s” I asked her one day on my way home from school. I was in the fourth grade and had been sick and the doctors didn’t know what was wrong with me. She said we’ll see and that she would talk to my dad that night about it. From what she has told me about the conversation with my dad, her pitch was that I had so much going on at the time and had so many tests coming up it’s not really a big request. They both were in agreement that if it made me happy I could do it.
The sound of the door bell woke me from a dead sleep What time is it? I think, and the neon green lights on my alarm clock read 4:08 a.m.