Chapter Four

Oh No, He Didn't “I can’t believe you’re making me peel potatoes. This is such a ranch cliche.” Shaking my head, I laugh as I scrape what must be my tenth potato for tonight’s dinner. I glance at my mom, chopping veggies from her garden, and notice for the first time dark circles under her eyes. Her brown hair, pulled back into an old fashioned bun at the nape of her neck, has more grey hairs than I’ve noticed before. I’m a few inches taller than her, having gotten my heigh