Once I reached home, I set down my bag and fell on my bed. I'm exhausted.
"Mum," I called from my room, "could you come here for a minute?"
Mum came in shortly after. "Yes, love."
"Do you think might be obsessing over work?" I asked.
She laughed. "Just a little bit. Maybe it's a good idea to take a break."
I nodded. "Good idea."
"Actually," her face lit up, "this is perfect. I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
"Yes?"
"Well, since your grandmother is in France, she's invited us to stay in her house while she's gone. It'll only be for two or three days, but it'll be fun!"
"That sounds great, mum." I hugged her. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome, dear." And she turned to leave the room. "Now I suggest you get packing."
So I did.
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A Ballad for the Lost
General FictionHe never spoke. They thought he couldn't, but I knew he was waiting for the right time. He never tried to communicate with anyone. They thought he didn't want to, but I knew he didn't have anyone to talk to. They thought he was just sick, bu...
