Bitter Reality
Suddenly Michael's phone rang from the counter and since his hands were occupied, Diana brought the phone to him;
''who is it? '' He asked, turning to her; '' your mom. '' She said, as she stretched her hand to him. Her eyes rose to his face and her brows creased when she noticed he looked a little tense. Michael stared at the phone for a second, and he turned to the sink, washing his hands;
''Continue with this; ''
He said and took the phone from her walking out of the kitchen. Diana was surprised;
Wasn't it just his mom? Was there a need to leave?
She stared at the door for a moment then she turned back to the cooker.
Michael walked away from the kitchen and to the end of the hallway before he picked the call.
''Mom; '' his throat tightened as he forced the words through his lips.