 What is Sara's relationship with her mom?
Divided we stand Sara lets the Lyft park itself in the drive, lets out a sigh, and tweets wish me luck plus some emojis before slipping her phone into a hoody pocket. Mom sighs, shoulders falling, looks at Sara directly. When they part it's Mom's hand that's on the bag's handle. Inside she unwraps herself from scarves and layers, the heat in the house almost a shock after the cold air. Mom is already halfway up the stairs, bag in tow, headed for her room. "Mom, just leave that and I'll…" "Your father's in the front room," she says, just before she disappears from view. For a few seconds Sara is alone in the hallway, the smell of cooking meat coming from one doorway, the sound of rolling news from another. An elderly couple ride a tandem bicycle through a park, laughing and smiling in Instagram-perfect sunshine, as a calm, relaxing voice lists the potentially lethal side effects of a diabetes drug. There's a brief second, a fleeting moment, where Sara can bite her lip, let it go. Sara turns back to the TV, to watching the war, to trying to work out which one it is. Up until then it just seemed like constant warmth, as though she didn't have any childhood concept of Dad apart from him getting home from work, then her sitting on his knee, eating cookies and watching football highlights until Mom came in and scolded them both for ruining their appetites before dinner. Suddenly there was rap music and nose rings, sneaking out of the house to see her friends and not wanting to go to church. It was constant warfare; every opinion she had became a battle, every decision she made a conflict. Getting away to college gave her escape, but bred resentment too; he hated that she went to New York, even though NYU was a good school, and her decision to stay there after she finished made things even worse. Since her second year of school he'd never been to NYC to visit her. She came back when she could face it; sometimes for birthdays, sometimes for Thanksgiving. Dad is in the bathroom, and Sara has had enough of Fox and whichever war this is. She reaches over and grabs the remote from the arm of his chair, and tries to find something else to watch. It's signed in to her Dad's FB account, and the last thing she wants is to try and log in on hers before he gets back from the john.
 Sara is worried she has disappointed her mom who is exhausted by being in the middle of a family fight
 Sara's mom doesn't trust Sara very much given the history Sara has with her dad  Sara's mom is endlessly proud of Sara even if this is tense in the rest of the family  Sara is worried she has disappointed her mom who is exhausted by being in the middle of a family fight  Sara does everything driven by a desire to make her mom proud, and she is praised in return