It has been three days since Mum and I left the house; three days since she got out from under the covers. Mum seems sad. She is always crying. Or sleeping. I keep myself amused by watching TV. But I miss school.
Mum told me today is a special day. It’s the first time I don’t mind missing school. The city is always fun. Mum smiles at me as I drink my slurpee but her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. I look at the big buildings around me and turn to tell her something.
But Mum is no longer there.
Word Count: 100
(c) Sanch @ Living my Imperfect Life
***Written for Friday Fictioneers***
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