I woke up the next morning, feeling a thousand times better than I did before. Maybe it was because I wasn't feeling a bit weird about the whole WAC stuff. It felt just as bright as yesterday, I think. I got downstairs, and saw my mom in a blue dress, with her hair up in a bun. She smiled at me, and she asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Fine as ever," I said, grabbing the cereal standing on the counter.
"That's nice," she said silently, barely enough to process a word.
As I was eating she said something else, stopping me cold from taking another bite. "So how's the chess club?" she asked.
I felt like laughing at that point, but that wouldn't be the wisest decision. "Fine, I believe," I said.
She nodded, and she went over to the cabinet, opening and hoarding spices between her arms and neck. I continued to follow her movements toward the pots.
Are all moms like this? If not, then I must have a unique one.
