I hate you

Maya’s mother got scared as she saw the action her daughter exhibited. Of course, she was not shocked as that was not the first time she did something like that but she was quite worried as she did not expect it from her at that moment.

A frown formed on her face immediately. Her daughter had just thrown one of her shoes at the glass jar that she had just purchased a couple of weeks ago. That was the umpteenth time she was getting that same jar. Every previous one she had gotten had been broken by Maya.

That was her way of expressing her anger. She gritted her teeth as she sat down angrily.

A frown formed on her face immediately as she sat down, fuming.

“What is the matter?” Her mother questioned, moving closer to her and trying to talk to her.

“Do not talk to me, Mother!” She yelled angrily, making her mother mve back a little bit, startled. Her breathing was more on the high side.

Her mother walked back to where she was sitting. It was not a new habit. She would talk to her when