By Kirtan Savith Kumar
“How was your first day, hon?”
Mum’s on her phone again, texting Michael. When I shut the car door, she begins weaving through the carpark, amidst the honks and yells of other parents.
“Fine,” I mumble, scanning the road for her as she manoeuvres Michael’s Jaguar back home.
Mum sighs, one hand tapping at her phone, the other on the wheel. “I know moving to Philly’s daunting, but…”
I look at her expectantly, but she continues texting Michael, her smiles his alone.
Silence washes over us, drowns us. And I do what I’ve done for the past six years.
Absolutely nothing.
I like the under-story. Says a lot without saying it.
The unnoticed, the unheard. Sounds like mc has stopped caring.
So sad and dangerous.
Fascinating slice of life. Well done Kirtan!