“The alarms went off at 4am. My mother insisted I set every one we own. There was no way I was getting up at that ungodly hour so I stayed in bed listening to her rustling—her hairdryer, her zippering—all the things that’ve been annoying me for months, and yet I found myself soaking them all in, knowing I won’t be hearing them again anytime soon.”
— from 'A Scene From When My Mother Moved Out Of My One-Bedroom Apartment After Six Months'
