Sarah’s eight-year-old son is freaking out. His one perfect origami Yoda is missing. Dozens of them scattered everywhere after weeks of social distancing, hours of folding instead of schooling. She wishes she kept her cool when her “dieting” husband ate a year’s supply of peanut butter in seven weeks. Wishes she hadn’t rage-cleaned.
“I’ll try my best,” she says.
“There is no try!” her son wails.
She gloves up and digs in, pulling out half-eaten peanut butter sandwiches, unopened packets of artificial sweetener, rancid red onions, and so many wasted paper towels. At the bottom, no Yoda. Only more rage.
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That’s fantastic!
This was amazing, respect to you and your writing!
That’s fantastic!
Very funny and a little sad. Nice work!