"Martha! Time to wake up." A voice said. The sun hit Martha's eyes when she woke up. She raised her hand and covered her eyes. She tried to recognize the person in front of her-it was her mother, Margaret Dee.
"Mother?" Martha asked, then she looked around. "When did you arrived?"
"Early this morning. Haven't you received my telegram? I sent it the other day."
Martha had a slight headache when she rose from the bed. "No, mother. I must have been busy that I have not checked my mailbox. "
"That headache of yours must have been your period. Have you had stomach cramps?"
Martha nodded. "I can manage this myself." Martha took some medicine from her cupboard and drank it with a glass of water.
"It's been five years," Margaret said as she gathered Martha's clothes on the floor. " How was school?"
