About two weeks later of me ignoring my dear mother I realized it was time I stopped being a 'brat' and talk to her, I missed her more than anything and this wasn't healthy for any of us.
Walking to her door I knocked and waited, normally I would just are in because it's her house but seeing that we are not on good terms, for the time being, I waited for her to open the door to her house.
Not even after a minute of standing outside, she opened the door with a straight face but as soon as her eyes met mine she had a huge smile on her face but it slowly became flat.
"Hi," I waved and tears poured out of me and she pulled me in for a hug, this is exactly why she is my mother. "I'm so sorry," I cried and she shushed me rubbing my back and telling me it's okay even though it isn't.
She sile
