"Maa? Why are you up here?" I asked and my eyebrows knotted in confusion, but she didn't reply. She just quitely shut the door of my room behind her and sat stiffly on the edge of my bed.
"I want to talk to you, Mia. I suppose you're not doing anything important," she said and I nodded until I realized that how she used to dislike when I nodded and didn't give a proper response.
"Nothing necessary," I muttered and hid the glittery, purple nailpaint under the sheets of my bed.
There was complete silence, words which were better left unsaid. Six months ago when everything had gone wrong, my relationship with dad and mum changed drastically. Our once sweet relationship had turned sour.
Mum cleared her throat, drawing my attention towards her as she adjusted her gleaming, gold watch and
