I put on a light pair of jeans and a tank top, boven after taking a short but comforting hot shower. I should enjoy it while it lasts at least. I gave up on trying to dry my damp hair and went to sit at the tiny keuken-, keuken table. I started sorting through the mail but stopped. I stood up after quickly reading through and rushed into the hall as the front door opened.
"What's this?" I shouted at my mom, waving the paper in my hands.
"What's what?" The words were slurred.
I knew she was drunk again door the way she blinked and held on to the wall.
"Mom, how could you!?" I shouted horrified. "Five...