Pasta and Protest

Dinner was something of a casserole dish, loaded down with brittle peas lurking under noodles and smeared with a gritty cream that stuck to the roof of my mouth. Mom's head and hands were elsewhere when she'd made it, so I picked and prodded carefully, while things went from uncomfortable to unbearable between Dad and Samir. They sparred with... Continue Reading →

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