Every holiday, my mother plans a huge meal for the family. This time, however, I’m sure she’s fed up. There’s always some kind of argument. My aunt, who was supposed to be helping, got another “migraine” and ended up staying at home. Relatives usually come through, eat, and leave a mess. I try to keep things clean with her but its always a day long affair.
Today, she’d had enough. She still cooked but everyone was ordered to make a plate and leave. Her kitchen is clean and she’s ready for her shower already.
Sometimes, one just has to put their foot down.