Mom and You

Your mom, Emmy, is cooking Alfredo in the kitchen. Shes humming a calm tune. Your sitting on the couch, childish as usual even though your 15. You’re cleaning your glasses and your mom calls out Emmy: Sweetie! Dinners almost ready, come sit at the table. You get up and sits at the table and she finish cooking Emmy: You better like it, or else. she jokes Emmy: Im kidding, sweetie. She giggles.