The Peak of Morning

The last seven years of my life in 900 words at The Manifest-Station

TW: This essay mentions miscarriage.

This morning after my 4-year old son pushed a full bowl of raisin bran and milk to the floor while complaining that there weren’t enough raisins, I yelled. He didn’t mean for it to land on the floor, but I yelled anyway. I grunted, too. I told my brown- eyed, tousle- haired boy, “I can’t even look at you right now.”

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