I Found My Daughter With Her Head In A Cupboard
I closed the door behind me, stepping out of my shoes, yawning and stretching after a long, frustrating day at work. A long week, really, and coming at the end of a particularly long month. I just wanted to sit down, relax, and not move again until Monday. I swear, if anybody called me to come in this weekend to fix somebody else’s mistakes again, the whole damned office had better literally be on fire, or heads were going to roll! There was an odd, metallic banging coming from the kitchen, and as I stepped around the corner, my mood instantly improved. My daughter, Miri, was down on her knees, her head and shoulders buried inside the cupboard next to the sink, searching for something. She must not have heard me come in, and I …