<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Ion on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/ion/</link><description>Recent content in Ion on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/ion/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The New Weekend</title><link>/stories/2014/07/12/the-new-weekend/</link><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2014 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2014/07/12/the-new-weekend/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Cleansing Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;You sure you don&amp;rsquo;t want to go with us?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;Mom, the doctor said no foreign foods for the next couple of weeks. I&amp;rsquo;ll be damned even if I eat the normal food that we eat at home.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I still think that one of us should stay and help you out.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m a big girl now. Actually, a woman.&amp;rdquo; I tried to make that clear.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;They both took one solid stare at me. Investigating my body. Never had I felt so violated by my parents until now. It&amp;rsquo;s as if they peered deep into my soul and knew my intent of the upcoming weekend. Mom squinted her eyes and scrunched her lips leftward. Yes, her left.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>