The same morning Donald Trump won the election I woke up feeling sick. That was probably the general feeling for half of this “great nation”. He just wants us to Make America Great again as my father had said on the phone last week, and my objection had been that I think that America is great. Like now. Or actually, yesterday. What worries me the most is how this will effect the rest of the far-right movement. Truly, disturbing times. Plus I should probably marry my boyfriend, while there is still a legal chance to do so.

I wonder what my mom would say. Women rarely, or never, have the luxury to give in. Sick, hungry or overworked she still attended to all her kids and our father. I miss her. Her voice of reason. Why did she die, and not dad? I have to write her a letter. Now.

[Planström Books 2016] short story