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Knock knock knock.

"I'll get it." Anna hollered, rushing towards the door and thinking. "Hope this is for good."

Opening the door, she can't help jerking her eyebrows up and murmuring. "Mother?"

"Hello Anna, happy to see me?" The lad questions, carrying a pink purse and wearing a black dress, short in length and tad overweight.

Her blonde hair are worked up to a bun, but her head is a bit big so the hairstyle looks more like a melon.

"More like shocked, I haven't seen you in 7 years!" Anna reminds, not sure how to handle these emotions.

"Yes well, we need to talk about a couple of things, mind welcoming your mother in? You're a tall beautiful woman now, I thought your manners would change." Surely words harsh by dialect, although this old lady's face isn't showing emotion.

"Yeah well come in I guess, I'm guessing someone died." Anna interjects, having strange feelings about this.

It's a bit past 2pm right now, Anna is supposed to handle a few documents about Ronny's imprisonment, because of that she's dressed in a black suit right now.

Spotting Silvia in the living room, her mother questions. "Is it really a good idea to keep a stranger in your house?" In the meantime leaving Silvia's arm in the air, refusing the hand shake.

"Silvia's no stranger, I know her for a long while." Well this is a lie and truth at the same time, exaggeration to be more exact.

"But she brought trouble in just a few days, you're all over the internet Anna, it's disgraceful." And with such wordplay, as if talking about a light topic she just takes a seat on the other sofa, away from Silvia.

Sitting near Silvia, Anna contradicts. "She didn't bring any trouble, the situation with Ronny is all my fault, I let that bitch ass in."

Wanting to tell her mother that she's going overboard, Anna cites. "You're giving heavy accusations towards a girl you don't even know, Samantha."

Pissed, Samantha yells out for once. "Oh so Samantha now is it? You forget your mother for this thief?"

Her face becoming red and not for the peachy reasons either, Anna yells back. "Again, that's a heavy accusation. How could you possibly know that? This is your first visit."

Calming down, having facts against her, Samantha the not so wise, contradicts. "Eh, she will eventually. I mean look at her, she isn't used to our lifestyle. Go buy her new clothes at least, to fit in with us."

Talking about cloth differences, well that's common for the spoiled rich I suppose. Maybe the shiny and expensive looking clothes that Samantha is wearing, grants some type of ill fueled confidence, yes that can be it.

"I'd rather trust a stranger than have you here, you just proved that again." Anna yells, directly offending her mother, not for the sake of Silvia but for the sake of letting out steam that built up for years.

Before Samantha could speak again, raising her finger even to grab attention, but Anna has a lot more to say. "And why are you calling this 'our lifestyle'? You don't have a finger in my life and what I worked my ass off to get."

"She's right Anna, I don't fit here. I'll pack my stuff and leave tomorrow." Silvia interrupts, understanding that this is getting tad out of hand.

"Sit your ass down Silvia, no one can kick you out of my house." Afterwards she even walks towards the little lady, forcing her to sit.

Turning her attention back towards the troublesome Samantha, Anna starts dropping a tear and hollers. "You didn't talk to me for 7 years and now you come here and yell commands in my house?"

Starting to yell again, Samantha cites. "The real question you should ask is how could you even leave your family for a house. Apart from that you're clowning all over the internet, is that what you have to do to get exposure?"

Continuing her point, the old lady raises her hand and wiggles it around, continuing. "You could have earned 10 times more in the family business but no... you made this all about ego and became a lawyer!"

Knowing how to reply to this one, Anna gives a wide smirk and adds. "I don't want your money, I made it all by myself and it didn't turn out so bad now did it?"

Standing up, walking towards her mother and forcing the lady to stand straight. Anna yells out, "Now get out of my house and don't come again with this bullshit."

"Anna don't do that!" Silvia discourages, standing up and grabbing the lady at the backside of the suit.

"Let me go! There's something you need to know." Samantha hollers, definitely not liking to get pushed around.

"Let me guess, you want to call me a slut next?" Anna questions, still pushing her mother forward.

"No, not yet." Samantha answers all honestly and adds. "Your father has cancer."

Stopping on her spot, Anna forces Samantha to face her and interjects. "What? Mother if this is another one of your lies..."

Looking at her daughter directly in the eye, a single tear breaks through Samantha's face, sighing after. "I wish this was a lie."

And so a handful of questions thunder. "How did he get cancer? How could this happen? Dad worked out in like, 4am in the morning. He's the healthiest person I ever knew."

Becoming bold, not beating around the bush even for a second, Samantha reveals. "It wasn't enough, he has stomach cancer and barely has a year to live."

With a bit of effort, the old lady moves away from her daughter's grip and cites. "What you want to do from this point is up to you, your father is in a terrible condition. It's hard to look at, so you can stay here if you want to."

Breaking tears after facing away from the two ladies, Samantha's shoes start clicking against the ground as she adds with a crack on her tone. "But if you want to see him, you know where to find us."