Rain woke up the next morning as her mother prepared breakfast in the kitchen. She rolled over in bed and grabbed her phone. It was past eight a.m. Robbing her palm over her face, she sat up and started to dial Jenny, but stopped when she remembered the fight they had the previous day.
She sighed and tossed her phone beside her and put her face on her palm. "Gosh, I shouldn't have said that to her."
Getting off the bed, she slid her feet into the flip-flops at the foot of the bed, went over to the mirror and ran her fingers through her errant hair, in an attempt to smoothen it, then she headed for the kitchen.
Her mother was by the sink washing the dishes when she walked in.
"Hi, mom," she greeted and went over to the cupboard, took out the pack of cereals and dropped it on the kit
