Valerie
"Sleep okay last night?" My father asked.
"Fine. Thank you." I said, popping a grape into my mouth.
We ate breakfast together in awkward silence, the clatter of our silverware and an occasional sigh the only things filling the room. I sat in the same seat as I did growing up, the same worn down armrests on the old wooden chair. My mother was directly across from me, pursing her lips and my father next to me staring at the wall where my brother would normally sit.
"Should we talk about the elephant in the room?" I asked, pointing to myself with my fork.
"How could you have left us like that!?" My mother hissed.
"Jumping right in, I see." I said, setting down my fork. "I was eighteen and you were trying to marry me off to a stranger with multiple wives. You don't see a pro
