Her sharp unwelcoming voice drifted over the phone. I let out an exasperated sigh. I was a fool for thinking my mother could change for any reason.
“Come home immediately. I have something urgent to tell you.”
“Mom, is there any problem? How are you?”
She replied to me with a bitter scoff and ended the call in an instant.
“She still hates me.” I muttered to myself. I stared at the phone screen for an extended period, expecting that she'd call back and maybe greet me warmly and ask how I was faring, but it was over two minutes of glaring at my phone and none of that happened.
I took a deep breath to calm my dampened mood and shoved the phone into my pants pockets. I already felt tears stinging at the corner of my eyes and blinked multiple times to restrain myself from crying.
“She has
