and again, mum had her book club - this friday night.
and again, mum made me help her bake biscuits - this friday night.
and again, mum made me be a 'helper' and hand out the biscuits and make tea for her mum friends - this friday night.
mum's friends would always pinch my cheeks and thank me after they had chosen which badly made biscuits they wanted to dip in their badly make tea.
I sighed as I walked off to make yet another round of tea for the ladies in our lounge who were now excitedly discussing what they think chapter 2 resembles in their new book.
the suffocating steam from the kettle smothers my face as it stops boiling and bubbling and I pour it into the 3 pale yellow mugs beside me, plopping in some lemon and honey tea bags and one peppermint teabag for mum. I stir them as I watch the water turn into a warm, dark brown before adding the milk and stirring them into a creamy beige.
I lifted the mugs onto the strange tray-type mum had given me to serve the tea on and hesitantly, I lifted the odd tray and carried it into the living room where they were still chirping happily away about chapter 2.
a large, toothy grin invaded my face as I saw mum and her friends, she hadn't been this happy in years. our family was a lot happier without dad.
'tea' I mumbled placing it on the coffee table, followed by a couple of cheek pinches and a rosey pink lipstick mark on my forehead.
walking back into the kitchen, I wiped my newly stained forehead with the back of my black jumper sleeves and pulled my phone out from the pocket of my jeans to check if I had any texts.
you have no new notifications.
as always, I didn't expect much more, i'd always been the quiet kid with no friends.
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hehey
sorry I'm really bad at writing ily
- tilly ♡
