Goal: Sara wants to initiate dialog with her mother and better her relationship with her

Conflict: she doesn’t want to talk

Disaster: Mother says what she really thinks of her daughter.

Emotion: Sara is humiliated and angered.

Thought: She doesn’t know what to say back

Decision: She just asks to stay

Action: she goes to another room.

Silence interrupted by the sound of spoons scraping the surface of the bowls made sitting in the room very uncomfortable. Sara felt the air thicken with every tick of a clock on the wall. It was her own house and yet she felt like a stranger there. Like she wasn't supposed to be here. Francis and her mother didn't make eye contact, simply looking at their soup instead. Suddenly a sound of her voice broke away from her mouth.

-So, how was your day?

Her mother continued eating silently without a pause.

-I saw you today with some guy walking down the street. Do you know him?

Again, no response. With every attempt the air only became thicker.

-Do you…

-Sara Elizabeth Aire, you know you are supposed to keep your mouth shut when you eat.

The mother’s voice echoed through the room, making it clear what her mood for a talk was. And yet Sara didn’t give up just yet.

-We don’t really talk to each other. Every time you see me you act like you don’t know me. I thought a simple conversation isn’t too much to ask for.

-Well it is, so I suggest you simply eat your dinner.

Sara looked at Francis to see his reaction, which is hard to guess since he got used to keeping everything inside.

-We have a guest for once. Could you at least act like a normal family?

-How can I act normal when I know what my daughter does to pay her rent?

-Oh, god. Mom, do you really want to sing this song again?

-No I do not, so please stop trying to…

-Why I have to be the cause here? I know what I do for a living upsets you but it’s not like I’m enjoying it either.

-If that’s the case then why are you still working in the strip club and didn’t find an actual job?

-I’m trying, mom. Finding job isn’t easy when your name is tattooed on guys’ wrists and forearms and they keep talking about having better sex with you than with their girlfriend.

-What can I say. A legacy you deserved.

Sara sighed as her attempt at having dialog was crushed again.

-Why is talking to you have to be so difficult

-Do you think it’s easy leaving with you. When you brought money the first time, I didn’t ask about it. We had a family to feed and whatever it was that you did for those money was for a right reason. Now I see what’ve you done for them. And I see why are you still doing this. It’s because you simply are no good for anything but sucking dicks.

Sara simply turned her head away while her mother ended he monologue. In Sara’s eyes she was the one suffering. She was the one that was getting mugged on the streets trying to get home after a rough night. She was the one getting bruised and scared all over her body to make enough money for her family. There were times the client brought a knife to her throat because “he liked the fear on her face”. But her mother saw none of it. The only thing she saw was her daughter's incompetence.

Sara kept looking down at the table, not knowing what to say. She usually is fast with something to say back but now she simply sat in silence. She felt like the time itself was judging her as it was slowly passing by. When Sara looked at her mother, she was eating the same soup as she did before, not slowing down to look back at her making Sara break eye contact immediately, like a stranger would do.

"Can I at least stay for the night?" A much calmer voice asked.

-If you don’t bring your clients inside than yes.

She said that as her head turned towards Francis, that didn’t say anything. He simply looked back at her with his usual indecipherable expression.

-I don’t know who you are but if you do anything that i, you’re out of this house.

"Understood." Franics replied with the same tone as usual.

Sara looked at her soup, barely touched. She was so focused on her mom she forgot to eat. She grabbed the bowl and started eating with a much faster pace than before. When she was done, Sara stood from the dining table and left the room.

-Are you going to eat or not. Asked the old lady

Francis looked at his portion of soup. He apparently too forgot to eat this moment.

-I’m not hungry

-Fine. You’re lucky I made too much anyway.

(i'm not entirely familiar with english punctuation. Hope it's not confusing)

Disamorforming

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