My blood began boiling as my mother rant about how she was such a sweet girl, that she never deserved to die.
“Melanie, why aren’t you crying?”
“Crying for what, for who? For her? I aint gonna cry for her, later on you and father is just gonna remind me about how much of a disappointment I am, and that I should’ve been more like her.”
“You aren’t a disappointment, I’m sorry if we made you feel that way,” she said letting out a sob.
I grabbed my bag ready to leave but not before replying, “Tell that to the judge mother, and stop forcing yourself to cry. You look like a fucking witch doing it,” I stated with a small smile, tired of her and her bullshit.