Her mother and father sat in the living room, hands held in prayer. Glasses of wine sat untouched at the table, a full meal on the plate between them with a chair crooked to the table.
“It’s embarrassing,” Mom said.
“There’s things we can do,” Dad said.
“There’s nothing we can do. We’re no longer in control,” Mom whailed. She had realized this but it hurt to admit it. They both sighed, as if in pain.
Mom began to think, “Maybe we should let it go? Our opinion can no longer sway.” She thought about how this would affect her life. Judgement, embarrassment, shame, sins.
Dad felt disappointed but conclusive. “I think that’s the only thing we can do.” In that moment, they told their daughter she could no longer live in their house, they couldn’t afford everything that came with feeding two instead of just the one.