5: When bad becomes worse

A week later, 

I open the mini-fridge and pull out a bottle of milk, a box of cornflakes and two ceramic bowls and spoons before going to the medium-sized table at the centre of the kitchen and setting them down. I turn off the cooker and grabbed the hot kettle on it, pouring the hot water into the bowls and then adding the cornflakes. 

I hear footsteps from across the room and I know mother already set for work. She works as a housekeeper and started the job almost a year ago. Just like I predicted, she emerges into the kitchen wearing her blue gown and a white apron around her neck.

"Good morning, mama." I pour the milk into each bowl and move one bowl towards her. 

"Good morning, Jaclyn." she sits and picks her spoon up. "It's cornflakes every day, I see." 

My cheeks were warm. Cornflakes is my favourite go-to meal, easy to make and also time-efficient. "We are both already running late, ma." I point out and she rolls he