Mom's advice
I went home in a complicated mood. That face Mason made as if he was disappointed over something. What I said wasn't wrong, right?
Mason and I barely knew each other, so it would be weird for him to just come to my home to pick me up.
Besides, my neighbourhood was that type of neighbourhood with many gossipy middle-aged moms with too much time. I knew they gossiped about my mom being a call girl, whoring her body to support our family. Because apparently, for some of them, a family without a man was deemed to be a dying family that couldn't survive.
I knew they were just close-minded, backward idiots. But it still hurt to hear that around you.
I returned home and saw Mom already sitting on the couch, eating fruit salad while watching some drama show. She returned earlier today, and I guessed, Grandma was already resting in her room.
Mom looked at me while chewing a fruit, "Em, you're quite late today."