It fell silent for a while as she continued to stare at me as if I was a stranger. A stranger who had no business in her home.
“How was your flight?” She begins the small talk. If this uncomfortable for her as it is for me?
“It was fine,” I say, grabbing onto my suitcase I begin to walk up towards my mother and bring her in for an awkward hug.
I haven’t seen her since the incident of my disastrous wedding. I basically shamed my family in front of the entire town.
“You look thick,” and we’re back to this.
“I look, healthy mother,” she and I have different takes on what healthy means.
“Well, now I know how much to serve you.”
Ouch, that hurt.
I turn towards my father telling him with my eyes is she for real? And he stares back as if to say he’s not getting in the middle of this.
“Go
