“Hi Honey, is that you? Come in here.” I hear my mom’s voice echo from the kitchen through the entryway as I shut the door behind me.
I did not see her car outside, but the kitchen lights were turned off on my way out this morning, I spotted the light from the window so I knew she must have been back home.
I peel off my shoes, dumping them at the doorway and making my way into the kitchen.
Her back is turned to me. Her ginger curls bounce as her hips sways to the music. She is also humming slowly to the tune blasting softly through the sound systems.
“Good evening mother.” I say, waddling behind the countertop to the stove. She turns at the sound of my voice, dropping the white and red Pokka dot napkin on the table. Mother reached for me, pulling me gently into her arms in a warm, aff
