Catherine's POV-
I hurried down the stairs, feeling the rumble of hunger in my stomach. It was already 8:30 and I had to reach college by 9:00. I sat at the dining table and tossed my bag on a nearby chair. I grabbed a sandwich and took a big bite, but then choked.
"How many times have I told you to eat food slowly, Cathy?" my mom scolded, tapping her foot impatiently. I rolled my eyes as she lectured me daily. I tried to swallow the sandwich and replied.
"Yes, mom. I know. I'm just in a hurry." My mouth was still full of bread and cheese.
"You're always in a hurry, Cathy.
When will you grow up? You're not a child anymore." She sat on the chair opposite me, crossing her arms and frowning.
I hated it when she called me childish, but I knew she was worried about me.
"Alina, stop taunting our daughter." I heard my dad's voice behind her, placing his hand on her shoulder. He gave her a gentle nod.
