Levi POVIt had been two days since my mother was discharged from the hospital. I had brought her back to my apartment, and two days now — two days of silence. She hadn’t so much as looked at me, hadn’t spoken a single word in my direction, hadn’t so much as acknowledged I was in the room with her.I moved around the kitchen in a rush, trying to put together something edible, and failing spectacularly. This was my third attempt. The first batch had burned. The second had come out so under-seasoned it was basically inedible. Cooking had never exactly been my strong suit, but I figured if I just kept trying, kept putting in the effort, maybe she’d notice.After what felt like hours, I gave up on the soup entirely and ordered in instead. I’d already broken her heart enough for one lifetime — no need to poison her with my cooking on top of it.The order arrived half an hour later, still warm. I carried it down the hall, set it outside her door, and knocked twice.“Ma.” I knew, with near
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