As soon as the Johnson’s car arrived, and the door opened, Rus who had been talking to Yasmin stepped forward, “Hello son,” his mother Roxanne said, as she got out of the car. She was smiling brightly at her youngest son like she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Hi, Mom,” Rus said hugging his mother, he then looked over her shoulder and watched as the chauffeur pulled out about 10 bags from the car. “Do you think you have enough luggage?” Rus added.
“How do you know these are all mine?” She asked, sounded offended.
“Mom?” Rus said narrowing his eyes.
“Ok fine. You got me. These are all my bags. But a girl can never have too many clothes. Now where is your aunt?” Roxanne asked, changing the subject.
“Last time I checked, she was in the kitchen,” Rus said.
“OK I will go greet her,”
