The next day, we returned to greenfield not talking to each other.

"The next time you address me like that in public, there would be dreadful consequences." Mum suddenly announced halfway through our meal. I paused my heaped fork that was on its way to my mouth and returned it to my plate. I looked up and met her challenging eyes as they darted at me, daring me to step beyond my boundaries. I wanted to give a retort but something kept holding me back. My brain kept telling me to keep shut. So I picked up the fork again and started eating the suddenly tasteless meal.

"I am waiting...