She walked past me and pushed into me with her shoulder. “Wow, I’m like bullying you. That’s what Emily and I do when we fight.”
Then she followed me into the kitchen. I was headed to the Rec. Center to workout. “I hope you have a good time and lose some weight, Mom.”
After seeing the look on my face, she tried to make up for it with “You’re so pretty.” But it was too late.
I bought a dress. A little different from my usual laid back spit up on attire.
And so I put it on to see how comfortable I would be walking around the house.
“Does this make me look fat?” I asked her as she was sitting on the couch. I don’t know what I was thinking.
“Turn sideways,” she said and then looked at me for way too long.