Sara’s P.O.V.
“You are treating me like a child”, mom whined again when I stopped her from getting up from bed. I huffed and tucked her inside the duvet again. “You are behaving like a child. You clearly know that your ankle is hurt but you still want to walk. Do you want me to complain to Patrick about this?” I threatened her with Patrick’s name because this was the only way to keep her in the bed. She jerked her head backwards in shock and widened her eyes in disbelief. “Now you are threatening me with his name. Go… call him… I am his mother … I am not scared”, she yelled at me while putting a brave face in front of me.
I smiled slyly. “Do you really want me to call, Patrick?” I waved my phone in the air while asking her mischievously. “Yes… I want you to call him”, she banged her fist
