“Ooh what is that?”I asked.
Mum didn’t look up to see what it was; she was too busy staring down at her phone.
I wondered why my mum was always on her phone. Was it more important than me?
I felt sad that she alway neglected me. It’s not fun having to ask over and over about that exact thing. It looked a bit familiar. it looked like an iron but not the irons we have now it’s probably an old fashion iron. I had a closer look while my mum wasn’t looking it looked like a monopoly piece.