Dont Disturb Stepmom Today

“Carl,” she whispered. “It’s not two yet.”

His dad saw it later and just smiled. “Clarissa-time,” he said. dont disturb stepmom

Clarissa stood there, a needle in one hand and a pair of tiny felt glasses in the other. Her face wasn’t angry. It was tired, and a little scared. “Carl,” she whispered

She sat down heavily in her craft chair. “Because I don’t know how I look to you. Am I the stepmom who’s too strict? The one who makes weird rules? Or the one who makes pancakes? I close this door for two hours so I can figure out who I’m supposed to be in this family without anyone watching.” Clarissa stood there, a needle in one hand

Clarissa’s cheeks flushed. She gestured him inside. “It’s stupid. It’s my… thing. I make miniature story quilts for a children’s hospital. Scenes of families. Happy ones. The kind where nobody yells, nobody leaves, and nobody forgets to buy milk.” She picked up a tiny felt figure. “I’m trying to stitch our family. But I keep messing up my own face.”

“I know. I’m so sorry. But Hercules—” he pointed down.

She picked up a needle. “The cape needs more sequins.”