"Mum please when will dad be back?" I asked curiously, after strolling downstairs to meet my mom in the kitchen. It's not like she was preparing anything, she was just perched on one of the kitchen stools engrossed in her phone. If you're looking for my mom you'll find her the kitchen, she always said it helped her gather her thoughts and it was at the center of the house.
She looked up from her phone, "I'm not sure either dear, he just told me soon."
"Okay," I replied gloomily.
My mum chuckled, "Who's the baby now? Don't tell me you're missing your dad already."
"No, it's just that since dad isn't around, you get bored and try to cuddle up with us, if he were here, you'd be busy with him instead."
"What?!"
I laughed at look of pure shock on my mom's face, I had to quickly hurry out of the kitchen before I get hit with a spoon.
"Come back here!" She shouted after me, "What about Jake, isn't he coming again?"
"Hi Jen,"
Speak of the devil.
