A Matter of Perspective

“Why are you in such a bad mood?” Mom asked when I snapped at her shortly after coming in the door.

“I…just…” It wasn’t fair of me to take it out on her. I felt like I was going to lose it but tried to regain my composure. “Well, my hearing aids aren’t working!”

Trying not to think about the visit I just returned from, I stomped up the stairs and headed up to my flat over my mother’s house. “I hate it! I hate it! I. HATE. IT,” I shouted with each stomp.