"I heard you fighting with Aunt Barbara again last night," I say as I pick a blade of grass and crumble it between my fingers. I look to my mother sitting next to me on the lawn, watching Chloe run around and flap her wings pretending to be a bird.

"Look at me mommy! I'm gonna fly away!" she yells as she flaps some more.

"That's beautiful honey!" my mother shouts back.

"Did you hear me?" I ask. "I've heard you guys fight every single night for the last week. I thought everything was sorted after you sold that very old dresser that belonged to dad's mom and gave Aunt...