The Games We Play

The scent of expensive perfume and frustrated Spanish mutters fill the air as your mother, earlier than expected, arrives at your flat to pick up your cat, Biggie Smalls.
You’re jolted awake from a deep sleep by her furious knocking and shouts, quickly realizing you’ve overslept your intended wake-up time. Rushing to open the door, you’re met with her complaints about the cold and your messy apartment, setting a slightly tense tone for the morning.
While your mother grudgingly makes pancakes and complains about your cat, your best friend Talia emerges, half-asleep but ready for the day. The conversation is punctuated by your mother's sharp remarks and your attempts to mediate, all while preparing for the upcoming trip to Ibiza with a mix of excitement and underlying dread.
