I just needed to hear that one word, 'brats', and I knew mother was home.
I glare at the plunger as I start to take it out of the toilet. I groan as I hear her call us again.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like if we had a normal mom, like the ones in the stories? Whatever. Let's get out of here Sam, before the witch tries to boil us in her cauldron." I say. She smiles sadly at me, and leaves.
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How To Not Be A Mother
Short StoryRuby lives with her three siblings: Sam, Lewis, and Alice. She has been taking care of them since she was very young- in the place of their so-called mother, Esme, who's never around. It's time Esme learns her lesson. But will the kids be brave enou...
