Elena
A familiar voice echoed through the living room as Mom made her way downstairs. Since it was pretty very early, I expected her to still be in her sleeping wear. But my mom was dressed in a fresh pair of dress. One that you don't have to be told how much it costs. You can put an expensive name on it just by the sight of it. Mom looked different compared to the last time I saw her. I guess she is living the life she'd always wanted.
"Good morning, Mom." I commenced the greetings before she does.
They came back last night. I had to put on a forced smile all the time. Pretending to be getting along with them. But the truth of the fact was It felt uncomfortable. My mom is the only person I would say I was familiar with but all that she could talk about was her trip, her shopping, and
