07- Dirty Little Secret

I stand patiently as the cashier packs my stuff lazily, her eyes tell the story of her untold suffering. I can feel her pain. Working for assholes is never easy.

A phone call interferes and pulls me back from thinking about the situation that I'm in. Taking a deep breath, I answer the phone. I know what will follow right after I take the phone call. It's never fun talking to a drama queen, especially when the drama queen is your mother.

“What did you say to your sister?” She demands to know as soon as I answer the call.

No hi, no asking how you are. Not that I expect that from her. I've learnt long ago to keep my expectations low when it comes to my family.

“Well, hello to you too, mother.” I didn't intend to sound so sarcastic but I couldn't hold myself back.

“Don't take that tone with me, young lady. I didn't raise you to talk to me with that attitude.” I bite my tongue down, controlling myself from saying something that I will regret later.

I wanted to say that it isn't her wh