was in the 6th grade.) again, it was the dead of winter, one of the coldest nights of the year, with lots of snow and ice.
all the other parents had picked up the kids. the dance teacher was itching to go. people-pleasing me said i was sure that my mother would be there at any moment and to go ahead and leave. she said she had somewhere to go or otherwise she would have stayed.
i stood and waited in the dark for i don’t know how long.
finally, my brother showed up. he was livid. he said he had come downstairs and asked where i was. my mother did an oops-i 