Our Simple Peace
Yet, my dad was worried sick, buying the highest-grade organic fruit to bring to her.
"Hurry up and apologize!" Dad glared fiercely at my mom.
Mom clenched her fists tightly.
Finally, her shoulders slumped, and she defeatedly muttered, "I'm sorry."
Dad’s phone rang with a call from the construction site. Before he left, he shot another warning look at Mom, telling her not to even think about running away.
Once he was gone, Abigail started frantically ordering Mom around.
One minute her back was itchy, the next she wanted sliced apples. Mom rushed around for three straight hours without a single moment of rest.