Sure, I'll help..

Monday, March 30 2015
10:52 a.m.

"Come on Gemma; I have to get to work!" mom yelled impatiently, being that she was already two hours late for work.
"Do you need an-" Before I could get the words mom cut me off.
"Did you get the food ready; is Uncle Zach still here?"
"Yes and no. Do you need any help?" I said.
"Yeah that would be nice. Didn't know I had to ask said." Mom said annoyed. I ignored her attiutde. I was sick and I didn't feel like dealing with it. I put on my dads shoes and opened the gate in front of the stairs. I helped my sister down without even looking at my mom. Shed probably would have killed my whole morning, just with her look alone. I helped my sister and fastened her into her car seat trying to get her in a good mood with my oh so fabulous dancing. She started dancing herself but she didn't look too enthused.
"They're sitting Indian style over there.." my mom joked about the buff workers across the street sitting on the concrete.
We both smiled and waved goodbye to each other.
"Did your Uncle say when he'd be back?"
"No.. and before you say it, i'll make sure to lock the door"
Mom drove off and now I was standing outside. I wasn't planning on coming back out since I had already gotten breakfast and had an oncoming headache.