Half Girlfriend

irritated.
‘So I didn’t mention it. Anyway, you go play. It’ll clear your head.’
‘My head is fine.’
‘See how you talk to your mother? If your head was fine, you
wouldn’t have gone to the MLA.’
‘I just wanted to help.’
‘Enough. Eat your food.’
My mother still treated me as if I was ten years old. The funny
thing was, I let her.