A month ago, that sentence would have started a war. Today, I just looked at the backpack by the door and then back at her. I realized that "getting back to normal" was a lie we both were telling. This—this slow, messy, terrifyingly honest moment—is the new normal.
“You lied to me! You said you wouldn’t make me! I hate you! I hate all of you!” 30 days with my schoolrefusing sister final