I write songs, not tragedies

Abigail's POV As I open my eyes my alarm clock starts to go off at 5 o'clock. This is my life, my body clock. I think I don't need my alarm clock anymore as I can wake myself up before my alarm. It is time for another day. I am working as a customer service representative at a cosmetics company. It has indeed been stressful but I really love my job. The week passed by without anything extraordinary as I'm living a low-profile life. I got home and suddenly I got a message from my mother.. "Gail, it's your older brother's birthday this weekend. We are all expecting you. BE THERE" I cringed at those capitalized words. Demanding. She didn't even ask how I was doing. I didn't reply, but then minutes later, my phone rang and it was her, my mother. ***On the phone: "Gail.." she said in a sweet tone with love and tenderness. I sigh and said "What" flatly. She then said "I know you received my message" "Yeah. What about it?" "Your father and brothers are expecting you.. You need to come, it is expected of you. He just came home, we need to be completed as it is his birthday celebration" "They are not my family mom! How many times do I have to say this to you!" "GAIL! Come over or else I will tell Oliver what you did!" She then ended the call.