The next morning, I had woken up really late and on the wrong side of the bed. For some reasons unknown to me, I could feel my entire day was either going to be really bad and super stressful, or it was going to go fine and end badly. I couldn’t shake the weird feeling away from my body and it just really bothered me because I couldn’t think about how and why my day was going to go bad.
“Mommy... mom where are you.” Antonia yelled from my bedroom.
“I’m in the bathroom.” I turned off the shower and yelled back. “What’s wrong?”
“Your phone won’t stop ringing.” She yelled again.
“Just let it ring sweetie, I’ll call whoever it is back once I’m done bathing. Okay. Thanks honey.”
“Okay mommy.” She responded and I waited to hear my bedroom door to close before turning on the shower again
