It's been two nights and two days since my mother arrived in New York and was staying with me and Harry.
She has been unusually quiet, barely saying a word since her arrival and to say the truth, it was making me quite uncomfortable to be in the same house with her. Our styles are different, and it didn't help that she wasn't chatty. My other mom – When she was alive would spend hours in my room, and we'd be swapping stories about boys and the mischief we were up to.
Between us, there were no forbidden topics and she was my best friend. But with Felicia, I noticed I was making a conscious effort to make small conversations. After trying severally and being met with her cool responses, I decided not to push further. If she was still angry about the last time, then she better move on because I am not going to apologize for reacting the way I did.
