-Isabella- By the time the night came to an end, I was inside making dinner with my mother in the tiny kitchen that had always seemed so big back when Emma and I were little. I feel like we could run miles inside of it. Suddenly, it lacked the space to accommodate mom and me properly.Meanwhile, my dad was watching the football game in the living room, half-asleep, with a remote placed on top of his stomach and feet propped up on the coffee table. I was peeling the potatoes as mom droned on and on about Emma and her perfect marriage to Mark. I know that it's her daughter and that my mother is more than happy to have one of her daughters be happy and content, but hearing about my sister right now really irked me. Especially when we had argued last night. A small smile that was on my mother’s face while she talked about her older daughter and how she made her so very happy was a stab to the heart. I was never the jealous kind. I knew my mom was proud of me. But this had fucked me ov
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