I never knew my home could be such a welcomed sight. But after that tragic trip, I was more than ready to go home.
My motion sickness from the carriage ride home completely disappeared when I saw my home. I'm definitely going to stay in my bed for a while.
Well, I wanted to at least. Unfortunately, the universe hates me. It turns out my mother is currently drunk on power.
I thought that if she had her social status returned to her, she would leave me alone. But instead it seems to have given her a power rush.
With her new social standing, she decided to take it upon herself to criticize me in order to make me more "lady-like". I don't think I went a single day without her nagging my ear off.
I strolled down the hallway rubbing my temples.
My mother followed on my heels, "And just where do you think you're going?! You need to listen to me! I am your mother!"
Why is her voice so loud???
