Microfiction: Kelsey approaches Kimya about her suspicions
Kimya is home from work. Her body is worn and she looks like lost hope and misplaced grief. Kelsey stands at the kitchen’s entrance waiting for her mother.
She is breathing heavily. The room is closing in on her. The sun moves in and centers itself on their kitchen windows. Kelsey’s breathing picks up slightly. She inhales, then exhales, then slams her mother with the question.
“Mom! You look tired. Work must’ve been insane! Come, sit down.” She casually pulls out a chair. Kimya flops her flailing body onto the chair’s surface.
“Thank you, Kels. What’s up? Something on your mind?”
Kelsey shifts on her heels, bounces back and forth, and hurriedly throws the question into the air, “Am I adopted?”
Kimya gulps. Her eyes widen. She cuffs her weakened hands onto her face and puffs air into them.
“I knew this day was coming. Yes, Kels. Yes, you’re adopted.”
A Cornered Gurl 
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