At the end of the week, I was finally no longer sick. I spent most of the week home from school; the few days I went were overall dreadful and uneventful.
Friday night, I went downstairs to the kitchen to get myself some food when I was taken by surprise, seeing my mother standing in the kitchen with a glass of wine in hand.
"Mom? I didn't realize you'd be home for dinner today." I tried to speak calmly and hide my surprise, not wanting her to make a comment on it.
My mom glanced up from her tablet that was laying on the counter which was reading news off and looked at me, her face blank. "Addison," she noted, taking a long look at me, her reading glasses sitting low on the bridge of her noes. "I have dinner ready, please call your sister from her room." Her voice was so robotic and imp
