She's annoying
Finally, I couldn't stop my mother from leaving, and now I have to take her to the airport. We were waiting for the flight that would take her to Portland, sitting in the public area on the seats.
"Mom, when are we going to Portland?" Sophia asked, leaning her body against my legs because she was standing in front of me.
"Why would you go there? You don't have any purpose," Mom replied with a laugh, making me glance at her in disappointment.
"Why don't I have a purpose there? Isn't Dad's family there?" Sophia asked, looking at her.
"Yes, but their family doesn't..."
"Mom, enough," I whispered with a frown. "You don't need to tell her!"
She just sneered and shrugged. "I'm just being realistic."
"You're spreading hate, not being realistic!" I said angrily, then looked at Sophia. "One day, we'll go there, maybe when your grandmother has returned there," I said again, smiling thinly, pretending to be happy.