An Apple

You don’t like apples, but you take the red one from her. She tells you they’re healthy. You nod and roll your eyes in your mind. She says the same thing about any fruit or vegetable. Doesn’t she know too much kale isn’t exactly a good thing? Or that starfruit is bad for people with kidney disorders?

You take a bite. Mushy and gross. You grin at her. She’s pretty but ugly. She criticizes you daily and knit picks. You can’t even wear a shirt around the house without her commenting it doesn’t fit right or the color doesn’t suit you. If only you’d admit how hideous her sundresses are. They make her look like an old lady with those gigantic floral patterns.

She watches you eat and says a haircut would be a good idea. You look better when your hair is shorter. You might also want to dye some of the gray hairs on the sides of your head. She hopes you won’t bald because that would be a tragedy. Though you really like your hair, you kind of wish you would so she’d leave you.

Once in a while, you…