Dionne
That morning, I found myself in the kitchen already cleaning and warming up food. Strange that I woke up this early, right? Well, they didn’t get back in time last night, so I had to confront her about it today.
She turned soon after spotting me, smiling as she shook her head. "Well, isn't this strange?" she said, her voice teasing. "What spirit took over my daughter all of a sudden?"
I laughed along with her, though my mind was elsewhere. She sat down at the counter, wiping her hands on a dish towel, and I asked, "So, what’s for breakfast?"
“You tell me,” she replied with a wink. “You’re in charge right now.”
We laughed again, but the moment felt off. Normally, my mom was the best at reading me, at knowing when something was wrong, but she hadn’t asked yet. She hadn’t even hin
