Nick
I drove to my mother's house in Malibu. It was her birthday, and despite our strained relationship, I believed I should spend time with her. She had changed after we lost my father, and we had stopped being the family we once were.
“Son, you're finally here.” My mother was at the entrance waiting for us. I handed my keys to the butler so he could take my car to the garage after opening the door for Barbara to get out.
"You can bring the paper bags when you park the car, thanks," Barbie told him, pointing to the paper bags she had brought for my mother.
"Yes, ma'am.” He nodded and walked away.
"Hi, Mom." I approached, and she hugged me.
"Barbie, darling, you look beautiful. I love your dress.” She made Barbie twirl on the spot.
"It's Balenciaga. I bought it this week in Italy. I
