The next day dragged on as well. I barely made it through my classes. After my last class, I sulked back to my car. I threw my books down and sat down. I checked my phone for the hundredth time today. Nothing. This time I got angry.
"Really!? Nothing to say!?" I sent her. I threw my phone across the car and drove home. Like the night before, I had a lot of homework. I walked inside and found my Dad in the kitchen.
"Hey honey! Mom is at the store." He said. He was making himself a sandwich. Must be a good day. I wanted to ask my Dad how he was feeling but he hated that.
"Do we have any yogurt?" I asked instead, opening the fridge and looking. I found one last strawberry Greek yogurt. I grabbed it, tearing off the foil top and shutting the fridge.
"Whatcha eating?" I asked my Dad.
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