The “Summer Time” themed ringtone peirces the silent room with a chillingly loud disturbance. Hopeful as I am to read the name “Danny” on the caller ID, it is all for nothing.

Instead I find myself staring at "Mom"; one might expect this to bring a feeling of security, love, or perhapse even slight annoyence. Then again, one doesn't know my mother.

Clicking that green little phone, I’m filled with regret. Instantaneously her shrill, hypocritical indearments reach my averse ears.

And I am once again, against my will and better judgement, forced to drag my unfortunate behind to her house for 2 agonizing days.

Sigh __