Locked Drawer

It had been fifteen years. Michael stood in the kitchen of his childhood home, staring at medical bills strewn all over the table. His mother’s death certificate is what drew him back into his memories. He had lived in that house most of his life, but after his father cheated on his mother, she went crazy. Not long after, she was diagnosed with schizophrenia and a rare form of dementia. He closed his eyes, and the smell of turkey bacon, scrambled eggs with cheese, and grits filled the room. His mother was standing near the stove, cooking. His father was sitting in the chair with the newspaper, sipping coffee, and talking about how much he