I’m home.”
My mother’s gleeful voice fills the living room. She’s pretty much in the mood, and it’s the opportunity I’ve been looking forward all day long. I stand up from the couch and run towards her to take the bags in her hand.
She smiles at my kind offer. Finally, some good points to diminish my bad reputation. “You seem to be in a good mood, mom.”
She shrugs her shoulders as we walk together to the kitchen. I unpack the bags and arrange the items she purchased to the shelves and in the fridge. She leans on the counter, watching me as I commence with my initiative. “I aced another catering schedule this Sunday. Isn’t that nice?”
I nod my head. It’s a good sign, and I think I can go out at Steve’s today. I try to keep her mood on the green light, assuring that she’s in a great mood
