HOLDING the icepack in one hand while the other has the fork, Janni watched her parents in the small living room of her apartment.
She carries on eating her breakfast.
Her mother cooked scrambled eggs with a lot of cheese on it. There were hashbrowns and bacon, too. With a cup of steaming coffee was in front of her, her breakfast meal is perfect.
Her eyes went to Mama Becca. She is unsmiling. She is sitting in the chaise and sipping in her coffee slowly. Beside her was her mom who was silent, too.
“You want anything, baby?”
Janni shook her head. She placed the icepack on her right cheek.
Mama Becca looked away immediately when she glanced at her daughter who was having breakfast. Janni knew that it has to do with the cuts on her face.
She came home before the sun went up. The att
