"Can I ask you something?" Her voice was small, trembling.
"What more could you want from me?" She lashed out, annoyed. She wanted nothing but this nuisance to leave her alone.
"Do you still love me–" Her question was cut off by her angry voice.
"Shut up and leave me alone, will you? What kind of question—are you really questioning me that? After all that I've done for you? After all the stuff I've spent my money on, for you?!" She felt enraged that she would be asked such a question. How dare she? She couldn't believe that after all the things that she's done for her, she wanted to question her that?
"Ungrateful brat!" She stood up and left, her heart boiling with annoyance. She even almost spit at her, but that would be a reach too far.
"–mother?" Her voice got even smaller, but it's sadder that she couldn't even finish her question earlier.
And she never got the answer she needed.
