There is no difference anymore

*Why is that so important to me? Why do I have to remind myself that he is the best son, or person, I could ever have met, and that I should be happy to even be worth to be in the same house he grew up in? I dont remember that I used to know my rightful place as the housecleaner of his home before. But of course it is just right for me to do it, after all I am his mom as he said.

But what is my purpose if I am not cleaning his house? I should clean it better... but I already did it twice today.
Maybe... I have to cheat. I have to make it dirty, so I can clean it again. Clean it for him. Yes, that is the only good thing for me to do.*

She smiled and stood up, entering the kitchen.

She picked up some chocolate milk and then, with a "oops" she mostly made for herself, since noone else could hear it, she threw it up in the air, leaving the whole kitchen and herself sprinkled in chocolate milk.