Trapping My Parents in the Glass
Language: en
My parents took my older sister on a three-day beach trip, only remembering they had locked me in my bedroom once they pulled back into the driveway. They fully expected to find a starved, dehydrated corpse. Instead, they found me fresh out of the bath, wearing clean pajamas, my chin sticky with sweet barbecue sauce as I sat cross-legged, happily gnawing on a tender baby back rib. My mother stared into our spotless, empty kitchen, her voice trembling. "Who made you that food?" I pointed toward the full-length mirror next to the closet. "The Mommy and Daddy inside." My father snatched the…