Doesn’t Care

Rose’s mom shook her head. “And? It’s not anything I haven’t seen. Just help me real quick, then you can go get dressed.” She said, turning towards the garage door.

Rose angrily motioned her hand towards the downstairs hall. “But I-“ she began, but was quickly interrupted by her mom.

“No buts, or else I’ll press the start button again.” She said, half-jokingly while sticking her tongue out. With that, she leaned on the railing, waiting for Rose to come down.

“I’m not moving until you come down here.” She said with a smile.

Rose angrily went back behind her doorframe. “Damn it! Just like mom to turn it into some kind of joke!” She thought, punching her mattress. Begrudgingly, she decided that the inevitable outcome, however bad, was unavoidable.

Rose tiptoed back to the doorway, and took a deep breath. She began walking downstairs, her mother barely managing a nod in her direction. Once Rose reached the bottom, her mother smiled at her. “See, was that so bad? Come help with the groceries.” She said jokingly, motioning to the garage door.

Rose spent the barely six minutes helping with the groceries, but it felt like **** to her. Once her mom finally told her she was done, she quickly walked off towards the laundry room.

“Finally. This embarrassment is over...” she thought while pulling her favorite PJs up her legs. The feel of fabric against her bare legs again felt awkward after having spent almost half the day in her underwear.