Roasted Potato Anyone?
"Ma please stop", she said, batting away her mother's hand as she kept fussing over her. She had just gotten off a 12-hour flight and the thin line differentiating between endearing and annoying was practically non-existent. Maybe once she went home, she thought, once she slept off the cabin hangover, and had a long hot shower while shaking her booty to the latest Jason Derulo, she would feel better. She would be able to filter out her father standing next to her, looking her top to bottom with a fatherly pseudo-disgust look on his face, telling her to do more crunches. Sitting in the car, she faded away from the present, thinking about last weekend. Her exams had just gotten over, one day before her birthday, and she and her roommate had hosted a party in their dorm room. It wasn't especially huge, but it was the most fun she had had in weeks. She had felt like herself, felt independent and free, like her own person. So much had happened in the past semester. It w...