EMMA

Dinner was oddly former and I wasn't used to it, I was kinda used to eating with my Mom and we chat through the meal while my Dad is away working himself to death, my Mom and I were used to it or so she made me believed, when she thought I wasn't looking in could see the sadness in her eyes, her whisper conversations with my Dad late at night, begging him to spend more time with us which would only result into a loud heated arguing, I guess she stopped trying anyway.

Once again I ...