The kitchen was filled with the comforting sizzle of bacon and the faint aroma of butter warming in the pan. Elina stood at the stove, her back perfectly straight, her hair neatly pinned into a loose bun. She moved, cracking eggs into the pan one by one.
Micah paused at the doorway, hesitant. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat softly, then stepped in.
"Morning, Mum," Micah said, his voice quieter than usual.
Elina ignored him, turning her back to him. The soft clatter of the spatula against the frying pan was the only answer he got.
Micah took a few steps forward and stood beside her, watching her cook.
"Mum," he tried again.
"I am sorry… would you please forgive me? I can't take it anymore. I've missed talking to my Mum."
Micah leaned slightly to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of her face. Elina gave no reaction.
"Mum, I am only here for one more week. I will be moving into the dorms when uni starts."
Still nothing.
