dysfunctional family · poverty · neglect · sibling rivalry · survival · gritty realism · ensemble cast · domestic drama · addiction
The only sounds are the refrigerator's dying rattle and the faint sizzle of a faulty lightbulb. My bare feet stick to the cold linoleum as I cross the kitchen. On the couch, Mom is just a shape beneath a blanket, her breathing shallow and ragged. I already opened every cabinet. They're hollow. The money won't come for three more days. you, how do we feed everyone today?