Malia
I awoke abruptly to my phone ringing the next morning. I groaned and rolled over, grabbing my phone off of the table. Without looking at the caller ID, I answered, “Hello?” with a grumble.
I instantly regretted it when I heard my mother’s voice on the other end of the line, “Darling, that is no way to answer the phone, I’ve taught you better manners than that.” I practically wanted to smack myself now, preparing for a lecture from my mother, but surprisingly she just accepted it and moved on when I mumbled “Sorry mom.”
“How are things going over there? I was watching the news, seems like the city is getting a lot of rain,” my mom continued, reverting to a classic topic of conversation for us; the weather. Really, we didn’t have a lot in common or many things to talk about that di
