‘Where r u???’
‘Call me please.’
‘Why won’t u answer????’
I checked my phone and sighed. I knew I should call my mother back, but I’d just finished work and my younger brother had asked for help with a job application.
I had already messaged her saying I was home, so she knew I was alive and safe.
Plus, phone calls with her were long and draining. One of her favourite subjects was why I was a failure – this usually…