Uncensore... — -eng- Spending A Month With My Sister

By day four, the mask slipped. I walked into the living room to find her on a work call, pacing in her underwear because “it’s my apartment too for this month, and pants are colonial oppression.” I stopped knocking before entering the bathroom. She stopped apologizing for her “aggressive” typing at 2 AM.

Would I do it again? Ask me after the PTSD fades. -ENG- Spending a Month with My Sister Uncensore...

Reality, as it turns out, does not come with a montage budget. The first three days were a masterclass in performance. We laughed loudly at each other’s jokes. I pretended not to notice that she reorganizes the dishwasher like a forensic scientist. She pretended not to notice that I eat cereal directly from the box while standing in front of the open fridge. By day four, the mask slipped