My mother joins me today for breakfast, but for once I don't mind. I've become so curious about the dynamic between my parents and the differences in how they treat me. My mother has never been loving or warm, but compared to my father, she's butterflies and rainbows. I thought my father was just aloof and uncaring since he already has three sons, but it turns out he was busy being evil.
"Good morning mother," I greet her as she enters.
"Oh hello Josephine, I wasn't expecting you here this early," she says slightly flustered.
"I have a long day ahead of me," I explain. "There are a lot of things we need to get done for our Christmas celebrations and very little time. I'll be all over town today. Is there anything you need picked up?"
She looks at me like I've grown a second head, then
