THIRTEEN

Vespa

After spending a considerable amount of time with Ziah, who was effortlessly hilarious and made me laugh so hard, to a fever pitch by steaming up jokes and a funny interview session, I headed back to my room.

My sister meticulously packed her stuff and was on her way home because my mom couldn't stop calling her to get herself back to the house.

Hearing my mom's voice over the phone when she called my sister made my emotions spiral out of control.

I tried to be recklessly indifferent about it and compose myself, but my heart responded poorly. I was envious of my mom's relationship with my sister.

Previously, I never gave her neglect a second thought. But seeing it happen right before me made me realize that I was worthless to her. She never called.

"You're going to act like you don't see what Mom is doing," my voice came off harsher than I intended as I transferred my aggression to my sister. "You spent the weekend here, and she has called you over five times."

I didn't ca