SUGARCANE | JJK

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                  AFTER A WEEK OF INSUFFERABLE TRAINING, Logan decided that it was best that she would stop avoiding her mother's calls. Her brother had given off the tip that there was something wrong with her — the abrupt call and then not responding until hours later was a given. She had taken the cash that she earned from the previous week and booked a train to visit her parents over the weekend. Megan was fine with the time that she was taking off and Nayeon hogged her for as long as she could. "I'll come and get you Tuesday as promised, see you later!"

That was four hours ago. Logan had walked up to the front of her house, dragging her luggage to the ground and setting it as close to her as possible. It wasn't that her mother lived in a less desirable neighborhood, it was just that she was paranoid with her back to street in the middle of the night. She pushed open the door and dragged her belongings in, recognizing that her house had the same toasty smell that it had from her childhood. She closed the door behind her and slid her luggage to the front so that she could check out the kitchen before heading to her room.

"Logan? Is that you?" Her mother said, tossing the kitchen rag on the counter as she walked towards the living room where the entrance was. She smiled upon seeing her daughter, leaning forward and embracing her for a few moments before doing a quick scan over. "What is going on with this skin, darling? How was the train ride?" Her mother speculated, turning back to the kitchen and preparing whatever she had been doing before her arrival.

"It was long, but bearable. I didn't intend on catching the latest one, but I missed the original departure." Logan responded, panning the kitchen in observance before taking a seat at the island counter. God, it had been a long time since she had been here and all the overwhelming memories came flooding back to her. The death of her father and the overall separation that her mother had given to her family. "You cut your hair shorter." Logan stated in attempt to make conversation.

"I did. Gio said something about loving how it curls around my face, so I just gave it a try." Her mother asked plainly, bringing up a man that Logan could care less for. Although her father was harsh on her for the majority of her childhood, she could not get behind her mother hopping into a relationship 2 months after her father had passed. "He's out of town at the moment but he did express his condolences for missing you this time."

"It worked out, anyway," Logan mumbled, hoping that her mother wouldn't catch her at the mouth. "Any plans for this weekend?" Her mother shook her head in response, placing the tray of what appeared to be cupcakes into the oven.

"No. I have plans to hang out with Soyeon, but other than that no. Do you know that she still owns that shop down on 47th street?" Her mother said, chuckling at the thought of Jean Soyeon. She was a mother herself, but a bitch more than anything.

"You still hang out with her mom? That woman does not like you," Logan said, licking the batter to the baking bowl as she had done when she was younger. She could see the calm expression on her face falter to show a bit of reality before the soft smile returned.

"That's not true. Soyeon can be a bit harsh, but she has good intention," Her mother defended her without hesitation, going to grab her cellphone off the wireless charger and answering it. It was Soyeon. Her mother had neglected her the minute that she called, causing her to eat the last bit of icing and head upstairs. Her room held so many memories and moments that she honestly. . . just wanted to repress.

She heard laughter from the kitchen the minute that she stepped to head upstairs, turning her back and pursing her lips in disappoint. It was nice to see that her mother was still concerned about the thoughts and overall appearing to others rather than her own children.

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There were a lot of things that Logan experienced in life, but being the one who the attention was on was not one of them. Yes, she had all A's in high school and attended a prestigious college with most of her other high grading peers. Was that something that she wanted to do? Not necessarily, but she figured that to be the right way of life. It had been the next morning when she did the overall reflection of her life, realizing that she lived for the majority of her mother and father rather than herself.