Magda sat on her bed, the headboard behind her with the curtains drawn, the lights off and hit the video call icon to call her parents.
“Hi Mom, did I catch you at a bad time?”
“No,” her mother sighed dramatically. “I am finishing for the day. Why you cannot call me at a normal hour is beyond me.”
“Sorry. It’s four-thirty there, isn’t it?”
“It is and I was getting ready to head home. You know how your father likes to have his dinner ready and on the table by six.”
She kept her face neutral as she considered it wasn’t as if her mother was actually preparing, plating, or serving the meal.
“Well, I won’t keep you mom. I only wanted to check in and let you know I’m fine.”
“Well of course, you’re fine and I always will make time for your calls. You’re important to me.” Her mother gave an
