everyone in the house is asleep and there’s dozens of options for alcohol in the kitchen. liquor, beer, and a bottle of wine my grandma said she wasn’t planning on drinking. perfect. i open my door and walk into the kitchen. i was always told i get around so quietly. people never know i’m there unless they see me. my grandpa joked that it “must be the indian in me.” i pride myself in this, because i can get away with anything i want. i reach up above of the cabinet all of our liquor sits on, and grab the bottle of rosé by the neck. it’s a screw cap, so i don’t need to worry about a cork. I grab a mason jar looking glass from our glass cabinet. we don’t have wine glasses. im thinking about all the times i see my grandparents and my mom drunk. what is about to happen to me? i felt free and curious. i put on music and call a friend that i told j was planning on drinking. we talk and laugh and i drink the whole bottle. i feel good. i feel like i opened a new chapter in my life.