The Accident by Mongolita
The house had an unusual setup. As you entered, a long corridor led to spacious bedrooms on each side. The formal dining room, reserved for special occasions like birthdays and Christmas, was next to the master bedroom. But the kitchen, where we ate every day, was in the huge basement. It was the size of the entire upstairs combined. I remember it being dark and dingy with no windows, so the lights were always on. I was the kind of girl who had to go to bed when I felt sleepy, or I would fall asleep wherever I was. Sometimes I'd fall asleep while drinking my tea during "*la once," and I'd wake up when my nose touched the cold tea in the saucer. That particular evening, Mom prepared supper later than usual, and it was past my bedtime. "Girls, supper is ready; come downstairs," Mom called out. I was sleepy and went downstairs with great difficulty. I wasn't feeling hungry; I only wanted to be in bed, but Mom insisted that I eat my food first. ...
