“Mom! Why can’t you just let me do it?” I shouted to my mother and throw away my purse on the couch. I was here inside of her office room. She looks calm, still, after my burst out and throwing tantrums on her.
She heaved a deep sigh and pull down the anti-radiation eyeglasses. “What are you talking about?” she asked, irritated.
“You cut my cards this morning! What the hell? This is so childish.”
“Then I must have reasons to do that, honey.” She stated like it’s the most obvious thing to answer with my burse out.
“I… I just brought some flowers and – “
“Coordinate with St. Peters. Hmm.” She said the name of the funeral service I secretly negotiated with. Gasping, I stand up and stared at my evil mother.
She smirked while pushing her hair on the other side, like her hairstyle alwa
