I Have a Dream

#7

"Mom when will you go home?"

I am drinking my coffee while looking annoyingly to my mom who's cooking breakfast.
It's not that I don't like eating home made meals but she just cooks lot for us to take in. I don't like to waste and that is what she is doing right now.

"I thought you'd already get over it, me staying here for a while, I already told you, we need to bond, you know.. catch up .. its been a while that we did it. I think it was in your senior year. I... I miss you son."

She looks at me with that lonely expression as if I care, she was the one who left me here. She wasted those times just like how she is wasting those food right now.

I stood up without answering her and went upstairs, I showered and grab a fresh pair of suit. I look at my watch and realized I'm nearly late so I rushed downstairs and saw the disappointed look on my mom's face.

"I said its a waste. I wish you got excellent ideas dealing with wastes. Just how you manage to throw one away in the past."

I mumbled as I grab my suitcase from the table.