This is the 92nd installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
Mum tries to be cool by saying that she likes all the same things that I do. Movies, t.v.—even food. She coughed for three minutes after eating a Hot Cheeto.
Dad always tells me to leave it be—and be nice. She’s trying to bond or something, he says. I guess he’s right, but I wish she’d stop sending me random pictures and calling them memes.
“I like The Animal Crossing,” she tells me one day. “But what—”
She pauses, and I pause too. I place the controller on the coffee table.
“What is the animal crossing? A river?”
Miles Away 