MOTHER'S DOINGS

NOAH If horror had a name, that was exactly what my poor sister lived here. I couldn’t explain how Lettice had such guts to mistreat her like that. Should I think I was lucky because my grandparents kept me away from her? “Lettice? Do you know her?” I wanted to test her to make sure her mind wasn’t as troubled as it seemed. “You know her too, big brother! She is our mother, remember?” she blurted, her eyes lightening and then suddenly darkened. Her memories were a jumble of emotions and images, making it hard to make sense of everything. Maybe she had beautiful memories, but she had blocked them somewhere in her mind and kept them safe. Or maybe she doesn’t even remember them anymore. That she still knew her made me even angrier. Not only did she go through all this in silence, but she also consciously accepted that she would have nowhere to go. “Sis, would you like me to take you somewhere far from here? You just tell me and I promise you will never see her again!” Was I doing this th