that's what they all say
chapter three*
After school, I came home to my mom sitting on the computer. I took a double glance to make sure it was her. “Mom?” I said, walking towards the computer. “Yeah, honey. Hi.” She said, slowly turning around and giving me a soft smile. “Why aren’t you at work?” I took a look around. Mom was wearing her pink pajama shirt, and gray with blue striped pajama pants with her reading glasses on. Her golden curly hair was tied up in a messy bun. There was a cup of tea next to the computer on top of a stack of papers. Our house is never clutter free, especially the computer desk. “I woke up late, and I’m so stressed out. I spent all night thinking…” Mom broke her eye contact with me and stared at a crack on the wall behind me. “Thinking what?” I searched her face, she looked sad, worried. “You’ve never had a father, you’ve never had any siblings. I feel like the worst parent in the world.” She looked directly at me with worried eyes. “oh, mom. Don’t feel like that. You’ve been the best parent any girl could have. It’s not your fault dad left, it’s his.” I quickly took off my backpack, setting it on the table. “I never see you during the week. You probably live off of boxed mac and cheese and ramen noodles all week. Oh god, I’m a horrible parent.” Mom put her hand to her forehead, resting her elbow on the back of the chair. “Mom! Stop it! You’re a great parent.” I gave her a big hug, and while I was hugging her, I noticed what was on the computer screen.
pizza*