I Stopped Peeling Her Shrimp
Language: en
I peeled her shrimp for three years. Then, in front of a whole table of people, she said, "He's not my boyfriend. He just does it because he wants to." I didn't say a word. I just slid the plate of shrimp back to the center of the table and wiped my hands. My phone lit up. It was a text from my mother: "The new place is finally finished. When are you bringing her over to see it?" I turned the phone face down. After that night, she never again saw the car that used to wait for her after work every single day.