She bought a piano at a yard sale, a tortoise-shelled one with golden lettering. “Are you okay in there?”īefore Mother left me, she taught me things. The fan moans, engulfs the sound of the soft water.ĭad knocks again. “I’ll leave some money on the counter for your food then.” If it dribbled into my ear, even the tiniest bit, my head would be fungus-muffled. The water flows soft like it’s morphed into the fuzz of mildew. I press my ear to the faucet, lobe flush against the metal, and twist the cold knob on and off, the hot knob on and off. Ripples brush the mustard against my graffiti. I hear the groan of the fan in the living room, a constant moan of unbalance-the way mother left it. One of the blown flecks must’ve stuck to my skin. The boy scratched and scratched and scratched until his fingers thumped in the deeper cracks. In the gym today, a boy scratched at the divots of the wooden bleachers, scraped up some dried condiment with the baby splinters, blew the yellow flecks into the air. “Hey, Mina?” he asks.Ī fleck of mustard floats between my body and the tub side. He hates to encroach, which is one of his best qualities.
I hear Dad’s quick feet and slight limp in the hallway. But I take baths instead of showers anyway. The wiggle on me is repulsive, and the water magnifies my new flaws. Stretch marks graffitied along my hips are jagged, but delicate, thin enough to puncture with a pencil tip. It’s ideal that tomorrow starts Christmas break because I’m tired of the other girls glancing at me jiggle under my jumper. My quiet foods don’t reverberate in my head. There’s no sizzle or pop in the preparation of proper sushi, and it disintegrates on the tongue like bananas and avocado.
Rice: sticky to hug fish but not gummy to suction teeth together. Sometimes, I have sushi for protein-no crunchies on top. I don’t eat peanut butter or other noisy food like seeds, pears, celery, carrots, or chips. But I fail to realize how smacking paste would comfort.
The high school counselor thinks I’m stress eating, licking peanut butter off spoons to ease the pain of abandonment. My thighs dimple in the bathtub, and a sheen of moisture coats the mauve and powder-blue octagonal tiles beside me. This answer is coming in 6 years after being asked… but hopefully it will be helpful.I gained twenty pounds this year from eating strictly bananas and avocados. If an element is described by a sibling element's text content, consider using aria-labeledby to link elements. If the user selects text on the screen and the selection spans content which is in a hidden element, the hidden content will be copied when the user performs the copy command, and pasted when the user performs the paste command.Ĭonsidering all pros/cons, long-term my bet is that you will find that choosing aria-label will provide the best developer, translator, and user accessibility experience.
#Screensleeves only says paused full#
With this, a screen reader will speak the following with full pauses at each period: I suggest using aria-label when you would like the screen reader to speak something different than the content contained within the tag's html markup.
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