Everything I did that night was wrong, starting with my pitiful meekness. It was eight o’clock in the morning when I got home to our house.
Yawning, she got out of the car. I was supposed to be out at six o’clock, but because they still needed me, they extended the time I had to go out. I found Mom in the living room reading a newspaper.
“Hi, baby,” mom greeted me. She hugs me tight.
My eyes widened when I looked at my mom. Even though it's new to me the way she acted, I did not prevent her from embracing me completely.
“Hi, mom”
“Dear, are you okay?” she asked me.
“No, I'm not okay, Mom. I'm tired. I want to take a nap.”
This is the first time that we had a conversation like this; this is also the first time that she asked me if I was okay, and this is the first time that I
