Mrs. Jenkins’ disapproval
Mrs. Jenkins, my mother’s best friend, shook her head disapprovingly, as if I had done something horrible. Her chilly demeanor contributed to the obvious tension. ‘I thought you had better sense,’ she said, her tone chilly. I tried to respond, but words failed me. The judgmental eyes and whispered remarks felt never-ending, and I could feel the walls closing in around me.
Mrs. Jenkins’ Disapproval
Resentful realization
I felt a swelling tide of rage and irritation, unable to comprehend the full scale of the consequences. ‘This is insane,’ I finally exclaimed, my voice shaking. ‘What are you all upset about?’ The room fell calm for a time before a barrage of accusations and yells erupted again. I tightened my hands, feeling overwhelmed by the vitriol directed toward me. This was a nightmare come true.
Resentful Realization
