My way

I pull into the driveway if my parents' house. I had my own now, but I was just visiting for a few days. I walk up the porch steps and knock on their door. The door is opened and I am greeted with big hugs from my mother. The hugs me tightly making all the air from my body leave. I let her continue though. The past few months have been very hard. My father/Baba pasted away. Yeah yeah. It sounds like what Francine called her parents. I've been doing it before that damn show. So BABA had recently had died, and it was the hardest on Moma.

She lets go and she walks back into the house. I follow her, and I can smell one of favorite dishes. "Moma. You didn't have to-" She cuts my off putting a spoon in my mouth with sauce on it. I nod confirming it was good. "No! I can cook! You can go clean!" She takes the spoon out of my mouth and I walk away. I look around, and I do not see a spec of dust anywhere. It was spotless. "Why are you not cleaning? Filthy in there." She yells from the kitchen. "Moma. It's not dirty in here" I say, and she comes storming out and into the room. She turns on the fan, and dust flies. Brings bowls in from a table that I honestly thought were decoration. "If you won't clean, at least go to store. We are out of wine!" She shouts walking back into the kitchen. She gives me a list if things to get from the store, and I walk out of the house I just got back into.

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