“Call me!”Mum emphasises as she plants a big kiss on my cheek, the kind that ruins caked foundation.“Mum, I told you, you can't kiss him like that, not unless you want to look like you’re from doing coke.”Bailey, my sister, comments casually without looking up from her phone and on cue, a long sigh leaves Mum’s lips as soon as she catches a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror through the open door.“Why do I look like this? I have to see Mr Mendoza today.”“I thought he was just a friend?”I ask as I move away from her. When she gets shy, she gets…physical.“I like to dress up for my friends.”“Wow, spoken like a liar.”The catty words leave my lips before I can stop them, and as soon as they are out, pain spreads across my back as she slaps the flesh repeatedly, causing me to wince.“Ah! I'm sorry! God!”But no matter how hard I shout in apology, the slaps keep coming. My only option is… nostalgia“But seriously, Mum, will you be okay with me joining the dorms this year?”At
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