I was in my room, enjoying my owns company when my mother comes in the room with a sad smile plastered across her lips. I knew exactly what was going to happen and I also knew that there was no way of stopping it.
"Hey, want to tell me what's going on?" She asked as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. She pats the place next her and I get out of my comfortable spot to sit next to her.
"Do I have choice?" I jokingly say.She laughs sarcastically and then replies, "Considering I heard half of the conversation, no you do not."
"C'mon what's going on. So far the most you have done here is sit up in this room all day. Kind of defeats the purpose of visiting me on your breaks, does it not." She say. I lay my head on her shoulder and smile.