Begin the story here…
“Olivia I brought in the groceries,” I said, “do you want to help me put them away?”
It didn’t seem like she did. “Sure, mamma,” Olivia said with resignation. She trailed behind me walking back to the kitchen table. As she began taking each item out of the bag, chicken, broccoli, cereal, milk, coffee, I started to put them away. Neither of us spoke as we used to and I wondered again whether Olivia was happy here. Just as I was about to ask her about her new friend again, I opened the cupboard. Nothing as where I put it yesterday. The coffee cups and tea bags had moved.
“Honey, did you do some rearranging while I was gone?” I asked.
“No,” Olivia responded.
“But then who put all the Tupperware in this cabinet?”
Olivia turned around with a bag of green beans still in her hand. “I didn’t do it.”
“Well, neither did I and this shelf is too high for you to reach without standing on a chair. And you know I don’t want you climbing up high, especially if I’m not here.” My voice was getting shrill. I had not heard it sound that way before and was taken back. It was just like my mother’s when I was a girl.
*This is just a part of a longer story. Continue reading part 6.