"Sorry, kitten. Mommy is too busy; she is about to go out with Bruce. I promise we'll do it together tomorrow."

Your mother smiled and rubbed your hair while you frowned after asking her to help you make cookies for fun.

"I know that you're disappointed. I'll make things up to you tomorrow. I promise. Go to your room; if you become hungry, there is some pasta in the refrigerator. I have to leave right now, okay?"

She stooped down to your level, looking at her phone and the front door of your shared apartment, waiting for a response.