Ryan POV:
I walked out of the airport, for the first time, I was unhappy to be back. My mother was waiting for me, a big smile on her face. She walked towards me trying to take my bag, "no mom, it's okay." She looked at me, her smile disappearing, "what's wrong?" I gripped my bag tighter, "nothing." She looked at me, her forehead creasing with worry, "it's just work mom." That didn't seem to ease her worry. "I've made a roast," she said changing the subject, "that's great!" I exclaimed, trying to sound like my usual self, "I mean it's not even Christmas," I chuckled, it came out dry.
My phone rang and I was grateful for something to break the awkwardness between my mother and I. "Hello?" I answered, "hey Derek," I said, my mum smiled and walked ahead giving me privacy. "What's wrong?" I
