Paige thought about that as drew circles with the bubbles. “She was…young. She had me at twenty. It was usually just us. My dad came home maybe once in three months and he always brought gifts but he never stayed long. Three days max. I did not mind though, mum was cool. I was the only kid who didn’t have a bedtime and could take ice cream for dinner. Not that I would, I like to eat.” She shrugged.
“So she was a fun parent?”
“She was a, not ready to be a parent, parent. She went to clubs, ate dinner from a can and never understood how to do her taxes. I think I started to cook when I was ten and learned to do taxes when I was thirteen.”
“How come child services didn’t…”
“My mom was not bad.” She snapped with a frown. “She was just different. Her mind was usually elsewhere and she was
