Between two worlds

aid as I pushed

y pulled m

s between him and his hand that was still on

leave like th

the ride? I don'

pretty to do so, fine.

d to prolong this conversation, which I assume

I stepped out and slam

quized with a smirk

worse. Nevertheless, the day was not over yet. I knew exactly who was go

needed i

ore I saw my forty-two-year-old loving, dramatic, strict, s

rly been wai

r, dropping my bag on the table before boun

call it a da

ence. "What's your excuse th

know the ship would sink if we started riding it, so

t least I hoped it would be peaceful-if only my mom didn

rejected more tha

just wer

Please," she pleaded. "It's

I replie

, an unusual silenc

bent over, her face buried in her hands

e of the couch,

seeing my mother cry. I felt guilty,

would soon follow, and I wasn't ready for

had no

eside her, and rested

I calle

ied, her voice br

Mommy. Marriage is just not one

dded, "I'll try

re crossed be

but I had a feeling

-and-daughter moment, I felt like a baby-complet

ares

your drugs and go to bed. I

dramatically

thinkin

, grabbed my bag, and walked to my

e bed, I collapsed fac

ife. Wha

flipping it away. Without hesit

mes before the annoying

as your date wit

ding in front of me, I would have pulled your face and

e proud, ugly, broke, bad accent, horrible fashio

short of words. Firstly

ousewife-plans on taking care of her, keeping her with his old sick a

screamed

urst into

on't die, my lo

I'm coming over tomorrow

bed bug. Go to sleep," h

flopped bac

door. He had an old habit of leaving it unlocked whenever he was

h in a plain outfit, barely lifted h

expected. Not b

and flung it at him. He dod

up, idiot!

in widening. "I simply gave you an opportunity

nts me to be a full-time housewife and take care of his sick aunty

hing his stomach. "He's considerat

mack him again, but a sudden knock o

a brow. "

with pleading eyes. "

rther, a female voice

eakers. A short blonde wig sat atop her head. Her fashion sense was decent-I unknowingly smiled at it. But that admiration faded the moment I noticed

's s

hat question countless times from

"Oh, Sandra, she's my househ

What?

already turned her attention to

have a light breakfast. French toast, egg sauce, and fre

smile. "Of course, ma'am. Would you like gold flakes on your toast as well?

ned. "Just

his amusement, stepped back,

"Coming right up. I'll make sure i

id-and judging by the way he bit his lip to st

e look at it and wrinkled her nose in distaste. Still, she picked up

What is this?

I answer

ison?" she

hed to hide

. Cold water,

s of water that was a

witched. Michael could tell I was biting my tongue, supp

thout a tray under it! Do yo

s, ma. You wouldn't mind tasting the e

t's not poisoned, huh?

a spoonful i

, she jumped up, eyes wide in horror. "O

s. I reached for a glass of water and extended it toward

in shock

the kitchen, ignoring her frantic gasps

ath it, giving her a knowing smile. She snatched i

shot me a glare filled

anything else you'd like, ma'am? Perhaps a five-course

o loud laughter, clutching hi

ook before standing up abrup

stormed toward the door, m

s eyes. "You are the devil,

ughter. "Oh, come on, I was just

l chuckling. "Remind me

rked, plopping

ootsteps faded outsid

now that... lovely guest?

Oh, Sandra? She's

have the weirdes

while I rolled my eyes, shak