She could hear the clomping of his sneakers running up the wooden front steps. The door opening and slamming shut. A big burst of wind and energy entering the house.
He runs down the hall towards the stairway leading downstairs. Towards his bedroom. His safe haven.
“Hi Hon” she shouts, excited he’s home. He makes her smile. ”How was your day?”
“Good. Fine. Why are you always asking so making questions?” He frowns looking up at her from the half way mark.
“Kristian please use some manners. I’m just asking you about your day”
“Okay, okay. It was good.” He pulls up a big insincere smile on his face. “I’m hungry. Can I have some spicy noodles now? Okay thanks. Bring them down to my room all right? Thanks bye.”
He turns. He’s gone.
He hopes she won’t ask about who he talks to on the phone all the time. He really hopes she won’t bring up the curfew thing again. He hopes she won’t follow him to his room.
But she does.
“Look Kristian, I know you’re tired and hungry but I’m not the maid. Come on up to the kitchen. I’ll make the noodles and we can chat.”
“About what? he barks.
“About stuff, you know, stuff. You never say anything anymore and you don’t need to be rude.”
She can feel the tension rising. They words hanging on the cusp of an argument.
“Look why can’t you just be like everyone else’s Mom and just stop asking such dumb questions. No one else’s Mom asks them stuff like that. Just leave me alone. Oh, and don’t forget the noodles!” A flash of the previous insincere smile.
She sighs and backs off.
She heads upstairs wishing it was like it used to be when they would talk, laugh and cook together. When his gaze was filled with such admiration and love and being near him filled her with joy.
She makes the noodles and calls him to come get them. He arrives with a stupid grin, and an “I love you. I’m taking these down to my room now, okay. See yah!”
He catches her eye and wishes, just for a moment, he could stay and chat but it’s confusing. He loves her but she’s so eager.