CASSANDRA
"Your mother is calling you every day. Why didn't you bother to answer?" Dad asks me while adjusting his glasses.
I am now in his office, sitting on the sofa. After I changed my clothes, he called me.
"You know, I've been busy these days, Dad. I don't have time to check my phone." I lied. I was just mad at her. Every time I called her, she didn't bother to answer it. She always had a reason for me. So, I'm just doing the same. We're even.
My mother is in New York, managing our restaurant business. We have been apart for almost five years and I am not sure if this year she will go back here to celebrate with me on my 20th birthday next month.
"What busy, huh? Give her a call right now." Dad commanded.
"Okay. Fine. Fine. I'll call her later." I say with a trace of annoya
