"Mom! I'm home!" I yell as I walk through the front door to my childhood home after school. There is no answer so I pull my phone out of my pocket and call her. I can hear it ringing and it's coming from her room. So I decide to I hang up and just walk in. She is, unsurprisingly, asleep on her bed. She usually is when I get home, she works three jobs and sleeps whenever she gets a chance to do so.
I shake her shoulders until she finally wakes up. "Mom, how many times do I need to tell you, three jobs is way too many?"
"How many times have you told me already?" She asks groggy.
I sigh. "Too many to count."
"I like my jobs." She tried to sound enthusiastic.
"No, you don't."
"Okay, Miss. know-it-all." She says sarcastically.
I crack a smile, even though I'm kinda mad. "Not even close. What's for dinner?"
"Whatever you want."
"Oh so, just like last night? And the night before that, and the night before that?" I raise my eyebrows and throw my hands up in the air in frustration. "Mo...