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It’s Mine! (The Car Incident)
Her mind was no longer sharp, but her words cut deep.
“Idiot,” Mom said disgustedly. “You’re just a child. You’re not an adult. That is NOT YOUR CAR! It’s my car. MIIINE,” she shrieked.
“I know, Mom. I know it’s your car. I was just borrowing it. I don’t have a car anymore, remember?” I countered.
I could feel the heat rising in my face, so I retreated to the other room. I didn’t want to say something I would regret.
I knew I shouldn’t be mad at her. On the surface, I was angry. The pain and sadness ran much deeper.
It’s the disease, I remind myself. I sat on the edge of the dated pink recliner. I closed my eyes and forced myself to take deep, slow breaths.
I could hear her muttering as she angrily put dishes away in the kitchen.
“Elle is a spoiled brat. That’s all she is—a spoiled little brat. She thinks she’s just going to take my car and drive all over town. She’s just a brat is all she is,” Mom said.
“I can hear you, Mom,” I say.
“So what if you can. It’s true. GET YOUR OWN DAMN CAR! You can’t have my CAR!”
“I don’t want your stupid car, Mom,” I spit the words.
