"I thought you were sick." My mother frowned at me as I stepped into the supermarket.
I raised my shoulders to shrug at her, "I felt better after having that soup you made." I told her truthfully. Only after having her soup, my messy mind cleared, and I managed to end it with Cole, "I didn't want to waste my time in my bed when I can get done a few things"
My mother's right eye twitched, "You really don't know how to rest." She shook her head at me in disapproval, "There is no point in lecturing you now. It is not like you will listen to me, " She sighed, resuming to put on price tags on coffee bags.
She knows me well.
"Where is dad?" I asked her, glancing around to see if I could spot my father.
"He is in the store room, checking the stocks," my mother answered my question without l
