I wait. Not just for my mother to pick me up. For my life to get worse. For something to go wrong and never be properly fixed. It’s all going to happen sooner or later. Their car pulled up on the driveway. I walked away, feeling relieved. I stepped into the car.
“How was counseling?” My mother asked. Was she really this concerned?
“Fine”
Fine, everything was just peachy. Everything in my life ended with a nice walk in the sunset and delicious icecream. In my dreams.