It was later that same night; I'd just walked in the front door of my house. My mom was sitting in the living room, reading.
She looked up when she heard me.
"Hi honey," she said.
"Hi Mom," I said.
"How was your day?"
"Long. Yours?"
"Same."
"Dad here yet?"
"No, not yet. Rosa and Maria are upstairs, though. You hungry?"
I suddenly realized I was.
"Yes, I am."
"ok how does pasta sound?"
I smiled; "great Mom."
"Ok I'll get started on it. Then we can have leftovers later this week for dinner."
"Take your time."
"Ok Miranda."
"How was work?" I asked.
"Ok."
"Oh."
"School?"
"Same, I guess."
Mom looked at me; "you guess?"
"Yeah."
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No, not right now."
"Ok. Just to let you know, tomorrow, I'm going to be leaving for work earlier than usual."
"Ok. I'll give Rosa and Maria breakfast."
"Great. You know where everything is."
"Uh huh. What about breakfast for you?"
"Oh, I'll get some on the way."
"You want me to make you anything?"
Mom smiled; "only if you really want to Miranda."
"Ok."
I went upstairs.