Last week, the doorbell rang while my siblings and I were watching a movie. Had somebody forgotten their key? I did a mental head count.
Dad in the kitchen, Mom napping upstairs. My three siblings, recently reunited for the first time in a year and a half, sitting against the glow of the screen. “Who is that?” my sister asked.
I burrowed deeper into my bean bag, straining to hear the front door open. I don’t know when I became afraid of doorbells. Over the COVID-19 pandemic, I have preferred our door closed.Read more on themighty.com