"Hannah, love, have you called your father today?" My
mother asked as she looked up from her brunch. It consisted of an
over easy egg on whole wheat toast. Prepared by our cook Olivia.
Olivia was an older woman that always made sure to have food on
the table at the same times everyday. My mother was big on punctuality.
My mother raised her eyebrow at me awaiting my answer. She
brought her mimosa to her red painted lips and took a sip.