The rest of the weekend goes by in a quick blur. Mother spends the entire morning on her phone making calls and replying her emails. When I woke up, I went down to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and found her on the counter sipping her hot cup of coffee, her reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.
“Hi honey, I see you have finally decided to join us in the land of the living.” She says, barely sparing me a glance from her laptop.
“Hmhph.” That is all I manage to say, the sleep is still deep in my eyes and tiredness in my aching bones.
“There is still coffee in the pot if you want any.” Mother calls out to me.
Coffee.
Sounds like a magic potion to me. I need the hot brewed liquid down my throat right this second. Grabbing my favorite frog green mug, I head to the coff
