My siblings and I are banned from visiting my mother at the hospital. I’m glad because it means I don’t have to tell her I’ve been fired from my job at the café. They found out I stole fifty-four pence, but they knew I’d been stealing money all along. I can’t stop stealing. I got fired from the clothes shop for stealing skirts and cardigans for my mother. We all get summer and Easter jobs. Mostly at restaurants. We lie about our age.
We’ve been alone in the house for almost the entire summer now without a soul checking on us since they took her to the hospital—not even the doctor, nobody. We’re having the time of our fucking little lives.
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