“I- I…”, mom stuttered looking at us.
“Mom?”
“I needed money so I work here”, she said looking at the ground.
“Where were you mom?” I asked, “why did you leave us?”
“I-”
“I don’t want to know, Brittany when you’re finish talking to this woman, come back to the party”, dad cut her off turning to me.
“Ken, pleas-”
“He doesn’t want to talk to you”, Delia stated, “here, take this”, she took out money from her purse.
“I don’t want your money”, mom sneered.
“Fine by me, good luck being bashful”, she shrugged and went with dad.
“Is she treating you and Blair well?” Mom asked.
“Yes”, way more than you ever did.
“She’s a batch”, she stated.
“She’s not, you just don’t know her like I do. Blair actually calls her-”, I stopped myself before I hurt mom even more.
“She calls her mom, doesn
