When I glanced up at the time it was nearly one o’clock and I hadn’t even been able to start on my clients work yet because I was busy dealing with Rosie’s tedious task list. I had phone calls to make and return templates to design and deadlines to meet while Rosie was busy making me her personal assistant. I’d had enough and decided to take my lunch before I lost it. While I was in the car driving to Chipotle I got a text from my mother asking me to call her so I did. My car’s Bluetooth speaker rang less than half a ring before she picked up briskly. “Hey Kaia, did you get my text?” She asked in a rushed tone. “Uh yea mom that’s why I’m calling, is everything okay?” I responded. “Yea everything is good, real good. What you been up to? How’s work and everything?” She asked. I could feel it already, I knew what she wanted and I knew what the purpose of this call was for, money. My mother never asked about my job unless she was trying to get on my good side. She really didn’t have any interest in graphic design or computers or anything I was doing until it made her look good in front of her so-called friends or it provided her with some extra spending money.
