You sat near the table across where she was. Being an only child meant you took the full brunt of her anger and abuse. Your mother would look at her phone before putting it back in her pocket and looking at you. She always seemed like she was frowning

“Hey.”

She snapped her fingers to get your attention

“Stop daydreaming and eat your damn food.”

She spoke harshly. You looked at your plate and it was undercooked and soggy at best ramen. You try to eat it nonetheless out of fear