"Are you feeling sick?" My mother asked. She damp the back of her hand on my forehead to check on my temperature. Before she could even say something about my body heat being normal just like hers. I lightly shove her hand away from my forehead and give her a quick yet timid smile.
"I am fine. I just feel tired," I told her. She run her eyes on me once more. She is not convince that I am not just tired. Ever since she became hands on mother to me and Heather. She can now read us like we are an open book and she is doing it right now.
I reach for my feet to remove my white pumps. I did the same thing to the left. For the second time. I smiled at her and then I totally turn my back on her as I head towards my room in the second floor.
"Poppy, do I look like a service boy to you? You l
