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As soon as I'm in the house I feel like screaming but then my phone rings. I want to put it off but it's mum calling and I sigh thinking, Is she actually calling her daughter right now, I did not expect this. I answer and wait for her to say something but all I hear is multiple phones ringing on the line. I sigh and walk to the kitchen putting the kettel on. "Mum are you there?" I ask tapping my fingers on the counter of the kitchen table. "Oh hey honey I'm sorry it's a little busy this side but how are you...I hope you're doing well," she says sounding really tired over the phone. I bite my lip already knowing how this will play out but I just play along, "I'm good and you?" I ask. "I'm okay just a little stressed but I'll get through it,"she says and I don't know what to say so I wait for her to say something and luckily she does. " So how was your day? "she asks and I sigh feeling quite irrated with the question because it's one my therapist would ask but then I smile and think, this is my mum who's asking and this means she actually cares." Um... My day was okay yah school was a drag but a nice one I guess and- "Susan bring me those files over there and call back Mr Jones," I hear my mum shout over the phone and I sigh and there's she's not listening to me again, Why do I keep thinking she'll listen or even try to care.