I stared at the ground, mortified at the mess I called an apartment. Why was this happening? It seemed like the universe was against me.
"I see."
I didn't look up, but I could feel the judgmental gaze. Clothes all over, empty bottles laying around, dishes in the sink, there was no way I could make an excuse.
"I don't remember raising you like this, Elizabeth."
"Sorry, mom."
I finally lifted my head, meeting my mother's scornful eyes. Of all the people that could have shown up, this was literally the last person I wanted here.
"So, what have you been doing that has made it impossible for you to keep this place livable? I'm surprised someone hasn't come in and condemned the place by how it looks."
"It's not that bad mom. It's just a little messy."
My mother picked up a pair of dirty
