I feel like a real monster sometimes, like a bad person and it’s always just there, this awful ache in my chest that doesn't go away. My mom lives way out there in the suburbs, super quiet and kinda alone, and I know she just wants me to like, visit more, and I want to but then my little brother needs help with homework or my sister wants to go to the park and their faces are just right there, you know? And it’s like my mom is this tiny thing getting smaller and smaller in a rearview mirror and I can’t stop driving away and it makes me feel like THE WORST daughter ever, like I’m choosing and I shouldn't have to choose.