XVI .
SITTING IN THE KITCHEN I was listening to my mum rambling on and on down the phone in an attempt to get my dad to babysit me, hearing his response when he repeatedly told her I was old enough to be left alone and she’s done it many times before. A smug smile pulled at my lips when I placed my hands over my mouth so she couldn’t see my satisfaction that for once she wasn’t getting her way, her usual response was to hang up after getting the last word in. I didn't see why calling my dad would have ever been an option since I don’t talk or see him, the only thing I have in contact with him is when he pays money into my bank because he doesn’t want it to go into my mother’s pocket.
However, her response for the other night is to ruin my whole social life, already disliking the fact I
