My Ma didn’t know how to handle it, like many other things, so she left it up to dad. Find five things you can smell, hear, see, and touch. Five things, my father’s voice echoes inside my head. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to blink away the pressure behind them. They’ve got no idea, but it’s better that way. The disappointment is plastered all over both their faces every time they see me with Blaine. She glances at my sister Emily across the room as if the very mention of the word mafia might influence her too. A real chance to get out of this neighborhood and do something with your life. You had the smartest, brightest future ahead of you. “I just don’t understand, Sasha.” She launches into another one of her tirades. I bend down to zip up my boots so she can’t see the expression on my face. “ I don’t like you going out with that guy,” Ma says.
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