Ruby's point of view
My mom calls me a couple of days later and I cringe. I know exactly how this conversation is going to go and I don't like it at all. I answer anyway because how can I not?
"Hi sweetheart!" she says, happily. "How are you?"
"I'm good thanks, Mom, how are you and Jonas?"
"We're good thanks sweetie, we miss you! Are you coming home for Thanksgiving?"
I already know it's not a question.
"Uh, yeah, Mom, look, I just don't think it's going to work out, I'll get jet lagged pretty bad, it'll cost quite a bit-"
"Oh Ruby, don't be silly, you have to come home for Thanksgiving!" she exclaims.
"But Mom, can't we just wait until Christmas?" I suggest, hopefully. "It's way too much to come down for both holidays, plus it's too much hassle to just come down for the weekend but I get Christmas off anyway."
She hesitates. "I suppose you're right. Alright then sweetie, we'll miss you but it's not too long until Christmas. How are you for money? Do you need anymore?"
"I'm fine thanks Mom, the allowance is enough." I tell her with a little laugh.
She laughs too. "I can't believe you've been living in a whole different country by yourself for a month now. You're so grown up. Anyway, it's late over here now, I'm going to head to bed. You're alright, aren't you?"
"Yes, I'm fine." I assure her.
I hang up the phone, relieved that I've at least bought myself some more time.