Unerased

Overcoming my lifelong fear of taking space

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“She’s coming.”

My sister’s tone had an underlying urgency. She’s clearing the living room of plates and glasses, entreating me to help. Our daily ritual, getting a call saying she’s coming home and then scrambling around for the intervening 15-minutes trying to erase any sign of our own existence. Clutter was a trigger.