Struggles

Linda’s P.O.V

My eyes shot open as I felt a jolt of pain in my bum. Before I could process what was happening, my mother’s loud angry voice pierced the air, “Linda! Wake up you lazy child,” she said as she threw the blanket off my body. I turned my bleary eyes towards her, her face was full of fury.

“Mom, it’s too early to be awake,” I mumbled, struggling to pull the blanket over me.

She hissed as she said, “Too early? Did you check the time? Get up right now and go make breakfast. Do you expect me to do everything for you?”

“Ask the maid to do that mom, why do I have to prepare breakfast when we have a maid,” I asked, already annoyed at her sudden outburst.

“Then you should have brought your own maid when you came here. I want you in the kitchen in fifteen minutes,” she ordered, glaring at me daring me to argue.

My father stepped in, "Let her be, love. She's still tired. Let her rest a bit more. Go back to sleep, baby."

“Do not test me, Linda. Be in the kitchen in fifteen minutes,”