an interruption

‚Are you coming?‘, your mother shouted about thirty meters in the distance. She was, for her age, a good looking black haired women, that could have been taken right out of a Hollywood movie. Her hand waved in the air showing you her position.
You just went on a walk together, to discover the area around your new home. In the far distance you were able to locate your house, as a little dot in the big mess that is the town it was standing in. It could have been classified as a mansion, even when a little smaller than ordinary. It was standing at the border of the town, just about two kilometers away from school.
'Comin‘, you yelled to your mother and hurried back to her side.
'Mom, can i ask you something?‘ Your mother nodded. 'Are you going to leave again?‘ She nodded again. A little bit of sadness was in her eyes. You could say that, without even looking at her. She worked as an clothes designer and had to travel far away to do her job. A giggle escaped out of your mouth. ‚Just as always‘
'I’m sorry‘, she said.
'It’s okay, Mom. Just don’t overwork yourself again. You know, I don’t like to drive all the way to Paris, just to help you up.‘ Your mother laughed silentlys. 'I will give it my best try.‘
You walked for half an hour before getting home again. It was late day when you arrived at the house door. The sun was already setting and the sky was colored orange.
'I'm going in my room', you told your mother and went upstairs. 'I'm preparing dinner, do you have a special wish?'
'No I don't.', you shouted back and went into your bedroom. 'I already have what I wanted.' Your eyes wandered around your new living area. A queen sized bed, covered with white sheets and countless pillows, stood infront of an 18th century styled looking window, two lamps on bedside tables besides it. A desk with an extremely comfortable looking chair stood to your right, to your left a white painted wardrobe with a mirror attached to the door.