You know? Mom’s life kind of sucked. I mean, basically she gave up her life with her family and friends to be with Dad. Her parents just assumed she’d run off and gotten pregnant, and were satisfied to “put her away in the country.” Once, my mom’s own mother came to visit. I hid in the shadows of the rafters and watched, not invisible like most wind spirits could be, but translucent. I didn’t trust her family. I never have.
Mom just kept scouring the pots and pans as her mother twisted her mousy, graying braid, her tired eyes twitching as she invited her daughter home.
Mom declined. I didn’t blame her.