BRIANNA

The cab stopped in front of my house; I paid the driver and alighted from the car. I walked into the house and saw my mom sleeping on the sofa. She opened her eyes a few seconds after I walked in and sat up on the tattered sofa she was lying on. She must have heard my footsteps because she is a very light sleeper.

“You came back early. Didn’t you tell me you were to get off from work around 6 p.m. or so?” My mom uttered.

“I ran away from work,” I said simply before sitting on ...