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Chapter 9

Author: Mia Lane
Jenny left.

After that day, the letters stopped too.

The stack of letters beneath my pillow remained untouched. I never read them again, and I never threw them away either.

They simply stayed there like a scar.

In the spring of my senior year, I was studying in the library when the elderly security guard called me downstairs. He said someone was looking for me.

When I stepped outside, I saw Mom.

She stood at the foot of the library steps. She had on a faded blue cotton jacket that had been
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  • My Parents Have Double Standards   Chapter 9

    Jenny left.After that day, the letters stopped too.The stack of letters beneath my pillow remained untouched. I never read them again, and I never threw them away either.They simply stayed there like a scar.In the spring of my senior year, I was studying in the library when the elderly security guard called me downstairs. He said someone was looking for me.When I stepped outside, I saw Mom.She stood at the foot of the library steps. She had on a faded blue cotton jacket that had been washed so many times its color had nearly faded completely. Half her hair had turned white in the three years since I'd last seen her.She was even thinner than Dad. Her cheekbones stood out sharply, but her eyes lit up the moment she saw me.She didn't come any closer.She simply stood there below the steps and looked up at me."Christina."Her voice sounded rough. It was like sandpaper scraping against wood.I remained where I was on the steps. I didn't walk down."What are you doing h

  • My Parents Have Double Standards   Chapter 8

    After that day, Dad never came again, but the letters started arriving once more.I received one every week. Sometimes, it was in Mom's shaky handwriting. Other times, it was from Dad.I opened the first letter.[Christina, your mother was hospitalized. She told me not to tell you.]I opened the second letter.[Your mother has been discharged. She still talks about you every day.]I opened the third letter.[The locust tree in the yard was blown down in a storm. Your mother cried all afternoon. She said it was blooming when you left.]I opened the fourth letter.[Jenny has started seeing someone. His family is well-off. Your mother says you're old enough to find someone too.]I received letter after letter, but I never replied.But I didn't burn them anymore, either.Instead, I tucked them beneath my pillow. Every night when I lay down, I could feel the growing stack beneath my head.Sometimes my roommates saw me looking through them.They'd ask, "Why don't you write back

  • My Parents Have Double Standards   Chapter 7

    At the beginning of July, the mailman in town brought me a letter.It wasn't from Ocean City. It was from Primo City College.My hands trembled slightly as I opened it.Inside was an admission letter. I'd been accepted through the Proletarian Alliance Institute's recommendation program.I sat on the doorstep while reading the letter over and over.When Jaclyn came back from the fields and saw me sitting there in a daze, she asked, "What's wrong?""Jaclyn, I'm going to college!""Huh?""College! I'm going to college!"Jaclyn stood there in stunned silence for a long moment. She then leaned her hoe against the wall and grinned broadly. "Wonderful! That's simply wonderful! I always knew you wouldn't stay here forever. I knew one day you'd leave!"As she spoke, her eyes gradually welled with tears.I stood up, carefully folded the admission letter, and tucked it into my bundle."Jaclyn, I'm not leaving yet. School doesn't start until fall. I've still got two months.""Two mont

  • My Parents Have Double Standards   Chapter 6

    During my third month in the countryside, the commune held an awards ceremony.Since I worked hard and efficiently, I was awarded a certificate of merit on stage.I rolled up the certificate and tucked it into my bundle beside my copy of How the Steel Was Tempered.During that time, I wrote one letter back to the city.It wasn't to the Schmidt family. I wrote to City Hall. I asked how my place of residence and employment records would be handled.I also asked whether I could change my last name back to Payton.My adoptive parents had been Paytons.Three years ago, I changed my surname to Schmidt after returning to my biological family.Now, I wanted my old surname back.It took two months for the reply to arrive. It was only a single sheet of paper.I unfolded it and saw City Hall's official seal. Changing my surname back would be difficult, but my place of residence had already been registered under the Scarlet Brigade.I no longer had any official ties to the Schmidt famil

  • My Parents Have Double Standards   Chapter 5

    I went straight to City Hall.I filled out the paperwork and signed up to be sent to the countryside. Departure was in three days.The clerk looked at my address, then at my social security card, and couldn't resist asking, "Don't the Schmidt family have an adopted daughter? Why are they sending their biological daughter instead?""She's not in good health," I replied."And you're suppsed to be healthy? You're skinny as a rail and pale from poor nutrition. You don't even look as healthy as the adopted daughter." The woman frowned as she looked me up and down."I'm used to it," I said.She asked no more questions. After stamping the paperwork, she handed me my relocation notice.I left City Hall with the document in my hand and sat on the curb for ten minutes.It was almost summer. The sunlight was blinding.I looked down at my own shadow on the ground. It felt very unfamiliar.It had been three years. I went from the countryside to the city three years ago. In the end, I was

  • My Parents Have Double Standards   Chapter 4

    After saying that, I turned around and walked toward the attic.There was dead silence behind me. Jenny's shrill sobs soon shattered it."Mom! Look at her! She's doing this on purpose! She's trying to drive me away!"I didn't look back.The old wooden stairs creaked beneath my feet.When I pushed open the attic door, nothing had changed. It was the same shabby little room with a wooden bed and an old storage chest. Yellowed newspapers were pasted all over the walls.When I first arrived, all I had was a small bundle. Three years later, I'd only gained a few extra clothes and two books.Everything else belonged to them. I wasn't taking any of it.I found the indigo cloth I'd wrapped my belongings in three years ago, spread it across the floor, and began packing.Jenny was still crying downstairs. She was getting louder and more aggrieved with every sob."Why does she get to treat me like this? I've lived in this family for fifteen years! She's only been here for three! Why?"

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