She walks through the door, smelling of fizz pop and fresh air… I swallow the comment lodged in my throat regarding the dishevelled condition of her school blazer…….
Me: I’m getting myself a drink. Would u like something?… Apple juice? Ginger beer? Mango smoothie. Or something warm?
Daughter takes a moment longer than a genuine smile to reflect on the question…..
Daughter: Yes please.
Me: What would u like?
She’s looking so serious….
Daughter: The blood of my enemies.