sjsprWriting

It’s a warm afternoon at about 3 PM and I’m excited to go home. School is always a drain to my mood, but I instantly feel better the second I walk through my home’s front door. I’m anxiously looking for my mom’s white car. What I’m not looking for is the daily interview my Mom forces upon me every single day.

“How was your day?,” she curiously asks.

“Fine - the same as always, Mom,” I reply in a sarcastic tone. I don’t even know why she always asks. I understand she worries for me and wants to help me whenever possible, but, what could I possibly need help for the instant I leave school? If I ever need anything, trust me, I’ll let you know. You should know that by now. But, right now, all I need is silence or maybe some relaxing music or maybe a cold glass of water. Besides that, I don’t need anything right now.

Does my face not express my excruciating need to simply go home in peace and quiet? Is it not obvious I just need a short period of recuperation from the long, laborious day I just spent at school?

“What did you eat for lunch?”

Here we go again. She lists the item that compose her light lunch as if she were trying to flaunt her healthiness. Good for you that you’re on a diet. I’m so eager to not hear anything about it! Despite my complete indifference about her dietary plan, she still goes on about it. Her tasteless salad and small soup harshly contrast from my sugary brownie and salty arroz con habichuelas. As if I didn’t feel bad enough, now I feel like a fatass. What a great way to end my day!