OUR HUSBAND

35

****Kevin's POV****

“Son!" I heard faintly in my sleep.

The voice came louder, “Son!"

‘Urrgggghhh!' my head banged.

My mother was at it again. Returning the pillow I had used to block my ears in the right position, I checked the time from the alarm clock on the cabinet closest to my bed.

It was exactly 4:15pm. I wondered where I went wrong by making my mom stay in my apartment. She opted to stay in a hotel instead but I refused, trying to play the good forgiving son, right?! I guess I brought this upon myself.

I walked towards the dining in the sitting room, still on my shirt and shorts. My mom was sitting right in my best chair at the dinning, munching cookies in a plate and gulping it down with a pack of orange fruit juice.

‘Was I seeing clearly?'

“Mom?" I called.

“Yes, baby boy!" She responded, smiling at me.

“You are holding a pack of fruit juice, I just want to be sure I'm not dreaming" I continued.

My mom seemed dazed at what I said, she adjusted the edge of the blac