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“Good morning!” said a voice.
I groaned and opened my sleepy eyes. My mom brought a cart inside my room.
“What the heck do you want Mom? Haven’t you ruined my life enough already?” I asked, looking at my clock. “Oh my god! Mom! It’s a Saturday and you woke me up at 7 in the morning??? If you’re trying to be a good mother, you should try not to wake your daughter up at all!!” I shouted, throwing my pillow at her. She looked like she really wanted to cry, but she held it back. “And to think I spent my time fixing you breakfast in bed, well, I guess my effort was WASTED!” she said, throwing the pillow back at me. She covered her face and ran out of the room. I tried to call her back, but it was no use. I groaned as I struggled to get out of bed. I shivered as I touched the floor. I went over the cart to see what kind of poison she cooked for me. Whoa. Scrambled eggs with strips of bacon on one plate. Steaming hot pancakes and waffles on the other. One glass of milk and one glass of orange juice. I had to blink my eyes twice. Is this a dream? My mom can never cook this good! Without thinking, I pulled up a chair, and started eating immediately. When I was all full, I started to go back to bed. But before I could do that, I felt guilty. She cooked all of this just to show me that she is trying to be good mother. And in my response, I threw a pillow at her face. How mature of me. Shouldn’t you apologize? It’s the right thing to do isn’t it? How perfect. Now I have two voices in my head now. I sighed and walked toward my mom’s room. When I got there, I heard crying. I opened the door softly. My mom was lying on the bed, crying her eyes out. She looked so helpless. My mom was crying so hard that she didn’t notice that I was in the room. She finally did when I sat on the bed. She looked up, her eyes red and puffy.
“Mom, I came here to… to… apologize. I didn’t know you care that much about me. I mean, I know Dad didn’t, he’s always drinking at bars and stuff, and you have to pay for all the bills for the house,” I explained, scooting closer to her. “All I wanted to say is that, I’m sorry.” My mom looked as if she won a million dollars. “I always wanted to hear you say that, and now I can finally hear your normal, sweet voice,” she said, tearing up again. “Mom, don’t cry. You cried enough today. Let’s just relax for now,” I said, patting her back. “You’re right,” she agreed, wiping away her tears. “Come on; let’s eat that breakfast I made for you in your room.” “Umm, I don’t think there’s enough food for the both of us, Mom. Heh heh.” I said, nervously.