Krystal
“What is happening here?” A familiar voice was heard from the side.
“James! Finally, you are here. Come…sit here.” Mrs. Ellis said to her son as she grabbed James from where he was standing and made him sit on the seat.
“What are you doing? Greet them.” Mrs. Ellis instructed his son. But James, on the other hand, does not seem to like it though. He looks like he wants to go now, but he respects my dad.
I get him though, it feels like you are forced to do something that is not of your will. It feels like you are choking.
“Good evening,” James said while bowing a little. I know that without his mom's instruction, he would have done it. It was just because he was not in the right mind to think because he saw us together hugging.
There could be a lot of questions on his head
