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Half is Mine by Teresa Smeigh 2019
“Put the cigarette out,” I shrieked.
“This is half my house and I am smoking in my half,” John said
Not thinking I grabbed it out of his hand and tossed it out the back door. I didn’t even stop to put it out.
John just stared at me as there was a whoosh and a sudden bright flame.
“What the?” Suddenly I remembered John had been raking leaves and building a bonfire for tomorrow night’s party.
“All that work and you just set most of the backyard on fire with your hysterics.”
“Was the tantrum worth it” John asked?
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian