I’m not a drama-queen but I honestly can’t breathe right now. Why can’t people just move? Why do they have to stand here loitering?
“Can you get me some fish balls?” Mom said a minute before. Has it been a minute?
“Why can’t you get it yourself? It’s right there.” I pointed at the black banner.
She didn’t reply. It’s what she does, ordering me around like a dog.
I tilt my head skyward and suck in a gulp of air. Screw claustrophobia, screw anxiety, I can do this. I return to the crowd around me. Ugh, I hate Chinatown.