It didn’t take us long until we reached the pastoral house. There, I saw my mom busy getting each of us a glass of clean water to drink as my dad sat at the center end of the table.
And as contradicting as what he was saying earlier, he was wearing fresh polo shirt contrary to the simple shirt he was wearing earlier. I guess my mom just got her way into persuading my dad to dress up to partner her. Right, my mother’s authority was still absolute to my dad.
Even from the distance, my mother already spotted me and Van walking towards the house. She smiled and waved her hand after gently putting the glass of water atop the table.
“Hon, there they are,” I even heard my mom said to my dad, which made my dad glance at us who was barely making our way into the porch.
“Damn it!
