Mother and son
We all sat down at the large dining table.
"This is a nice house." Mom started eating.
Apparently, this time mom cooked the food, meaning she came here at least two hours or maybe even earlier. So, all this time, she was alone in this house, just cooking for us…
Well, at least the food was good.
"Thanks. It was Marg's father's gift though."
"Yeah, I heard."
Just what the hell was I supposed to be saying? I didn't know.
Could I have comforted her?
I didn't know.
Mom was acting way too normal, and yet…
"Your maid isn't half bad either. I assume her being a bunny girl had a role in you choosing her?" She grinned. Mom and Elsa both had bunny ears and mom knew I had a thing for bunnies. She really did.
She also knew I didn't really feel anything of that sort towards the two of them- cause well- they were my family.