Days later, my plan was set in motion. During dinner, when my mother was distracted by one of the maids, I surreptitiously dropped a couple of valium tablets into her wine. As she drank it, blissfully unaware, I settled back, pretending to be engrossed with my phone while I ate.
"I don't know what's wrong with me; I suddenly feel sleepy," she remarked.
"Hmm..." I replied nonchalantly, feigning disinterest. She hissed and knocked my phone from my hand. "What?!" I yelled in annoyance.
"You could at least pretend to care!" she hissed at me.
Rolling my eyes, I picked up my phone and headed out, taking my plate with me. "You're just old, Mother. There's nothing wrong with you," I retorted, knowing that would hurt her, considering her superficial nature. Her appearance was her most prized po
