“Everything that happened?” The words emerge of their own volition; I have no idea what Aunt Chana is talking about

Her tone of voice makes it sound like making salmon is as exotic as scuba diving off the coast of Australia

I paste on a huge, fake smile. “I… have to go now, guys. I have something going on… It was great seeing you, though!”

I get it, there’s a uniform, but come on. Where’s the individuality, the funky hair accessories, the hairstyles that suit the face, not just the fashion?

Ima. I want to speak to her so much, it actually hurts