Mama’s Approval

The world is a strange shade of gray when you're hungry. I was hungry. Hungry for attention. She looked at me from across the table.

"Hmph" was all I could reply. I hated looking at her face. The wrinkles and faded brown of her slow eyes. Her teased up hair was from the '80s and it apparently never went out of style. Her short yellow teeth repulsed me and she was ruining my lunch.

I had been listening to her clamor on about her promotion and how much money she was making and how her job sucked cause they didn't let her get away with murder.

First world problems, I guess. Couldn't bitch too much, cause her promotion was paying for lunch.

But I had things to say too. I sat and politely waited for my turn to speak. That never came.

My world was inevitably 15 and gray.