I woke up really depressed. I stood up and headed to my parents room to check if my dad was back home and how my mum was doing. But first I needed to make a stop at the kitchen for water, I was really thirsty. So i went down the stairs, on getting to bottom of the stairs, i found my mother laying on the couch in the living room. "Good morning mum" I said, approaching her. "Good morning " she replied grouchy. "Dad didn't come back home?" I asked squatting in front of her. "He didn't, so I decided to wait for him here" she sat up and looked around. "Is there anything I can do to help? Maybe convince him that this isn't your fault?" I suggested standing up to sit beside her. "No, don't do that. He is my husband, I will talk to him " she said, picking up her phone. "alright mum, I need to go

