"What the f**k is that supposed to mean?" her mother scoffed. "Listen when your mother is talking instead of spouting some nonsense! I have had enough of you ignoring me, you hear? I am your mother!"
"...Are you drunk?" Dahlia asked, glancing at the empty cans on the table.
"I am not drunk!" she shouted. "I am upset! Anyone would be, with how bad my daughter's been treating me! Ignoring my calls for days!"
"Well, I'm here now," Dahlia said, doing her very best to stay calm. "What was it that you wanted to tell me?"
"Ah! You're playing smart with me now? You think you're so much better than me! Who do you think allowed you to study in London? And go to university? I've made so many sacrifices to raise you, and now my own daughter is treating me like some stranger! Leaving your poor m
