05-04-2023, 05:13 PM
By the time I awoke the next morning, Trey was gone as usual and my mom was in the kitchen making breakfast. I went downstairs into the kitchen even though I wasn’t very hungry.
“Good morning, Sweety,” my mom greeted me as she cooked some eggs on the stove. She looked like hell. Obviously hung over, her hair was a tangled mess, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.
I sat down at the table and asked lethargically, “Hungover, mom?”
My mom turned around quickly, “Is it THAT obvious, Jessie?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess I have to start watching how much I drink. I don’t want Trey to think I’m a lush!” my mom chuckled.
“Like he should talk,” I whispered sarcastically under my breath.
“What, Sweety?” my mom asked.
“Nothing, mom. I just said I think I’ll go for a walk.”
“Oh, you don’t want any eggs?”
“No thanks,” I rose from the table and left.
“Good morning, Sweety,” my mom greeted me as she cooked some eggs on the stove. She looked like hell. Obviously hung over, her hair was a tangled mess, her face was pale, and her eyes were bloodshot.
I sat down at the table and asked lethargically, “Hungover, mom?”
My mom turned around quickly, “Is it THAT obvious, Jessie?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess I have to start watching how much I drink. I don’t want Trey to think I’m a lush!” my mom chuckled.
“Like he should talk,” I whispered sarcastically under my breath.
“What, Sweety?” my mom asked.
“Nothing, mom. I just said I think I’ll go for a walk.”
“Oh, you don’t want any eggs?”
“No thanks,” I rose from the table and left.
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