The Smiths

"Mum, let's go out," Kay said to Delilah, "I'll take you to your favourite restaurant, okay?"

Delilah sighed, closing the book she had been staring at for the past few minutes without really reading. Her sad eyes landed on the eyes of her worried daughter. The rejection that was on the tip of her tongue died and she nodded.

Kay smiled brightly, gleefully taking her hand and tugging her along.

"What? Now?" Delilah stammered, hastily putting down her book.

"Yes, now!" Kay said, "Before you change your mind."

"I'm not ..." she started, then saw Kay look at her knowingly and embarrassed, she bowed her head, quiet. It wouldn't be the first time she had done so, thus, Kay had every right not to believe her.

It's just that she didn't have the mood, or energy, to do anything right now. She knew she wasn't being fair to Kay, but she truly could not get out of the depressive thoughts that seemed to be prevalent nowadays.