Breakfast went in silence. Mom was up and busy with the rule book of her new place of work while sipping her morning coffee and I didn't want to disturbe her. It was really rare that we ate our breakfast together and unlike today, we don't keep to ourselves. We talk and discuss our time away from each other.
But this morning, mom looked slightly disturbed. A frown had settled on her forehead creating creases over it. She looked ten years older and tired than she usually was. It might have been the incident of me coming late home the previous night or me going out without informing her. The guilt that ate from inside of me rendering me speechless before her.
I poured some milk over the bowl of my regular cereals before I started to munch on them, breaking the pin drop silence with the occ
