“Everything listed seems believable to me. I took a loan for you, and you've got to repay it. It shouldn't be that hard to comprehend.”
My fingers trembled as I held the papers. Mother watched me with an expectant stare. It told me that she saw me as nothing more than a bill, and she finally had to collect.
Angela strolled out of her room. Her eyes were glued to the phone in her hand. She halted as she sighted me. I couldn't quite process what her stare meant. I couldn't decipher if she was disgusted, annoyed, or simply surprised.
“Please help me with a cup of tea, sweetheart,” Mother asked Angela.
“Sweetheart?” I scoffed inwardly. That was a word she never used in addressing me. Mother was never polite when needing my services. ‘Please’ was a word I had never heard from her, but here
