Butterflies

Althaia

“I gave birth to you! I suffered for hours for you to come out of my vagina!”

“Mom–”

“My only child has forgotten about me!”

“Mo–”

“This is my fault. I let you go over there, and now look at you, not coming back to spend time with your poor mother.”

“Mamá!” I said, frustrated, finally getting a word in. I was already in a bad mood since I was dealing with bad period cramps.

I was in bed, talking to my mother on the phone. Actually, she was doing most of the talking - I take that back; she was yelling at me because she has decided in her mind that I have forgotten about her.

“Mamá, I literally text you to let you know that I’m still alive, and nothing bad has happened to me. Besides, I did text you yesterday that I will be home soon to spend some time with you before the wedding.” I sighed, finally able to explain myself.

“I’m your mother. I deserve more than text messages every other day! And you did not text me that.” She continued to scold me, making me roll my eyes.