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she watched slowly as her mother came later in the night and her father no longer came home after work and her sister sleepover at her friend’s house and her brother lock himself in his room the thumping of the bass vibrating both their walls and she saw as no one showed up at their weekly sunday brunches. or when no one was there for breakfast and no one showed up for dinner and she never saw her sister anymore and when she knocked on her mother’s bedroom door in the morning there was never a response and she missed it, she missed sunday brunches with her family and no one missing out because her father was the best cook in their family and when she baked cookies or a big coconut cake for just the five of them on friday nights, because the were watching the james bond movies or the lion king series all in one night and she missed it, because now on sunday mornings she got takeout from ihop and sat at the table alone glancing at the clock till it read 1.00 and then she picked up the other four plates and washed the clean plates anyway, and on friday nights she’d bake a cake anyway with no one there to eat it.
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
sunday brunch
she watched slowly as her mother came later in the night and her father no longer came home after work and her sister sleepover at her friend’s house and her brother lock himself in his room the thumping of the bass vibrating both their walls and she saw as no one showed up at their weekly sunday brunches. or when no one was there for breakfast and no one showed up for dinner and she never saw her sister anymore and when she knocked on her mother’s bedroom door in the morning there was never a response and she missed it, she missed sunday brunches with her family and no one missing out because her father was the best cook in their family and when she baked cookies or a big coconut cake for just the five of them on friday nights, because the were watching the james bond movies or the lion king series all in one night and she missed it, because now on sunday mornings she got takeout from ihop and sat at the table alone glancing at the clock till it read 1.00 and then she picked up the other four plates and washed the clean plates anyway, and on friday nights she’d bake a cake anyway with no one there to eat it.
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 8:39 PM UTC
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