"And you are assuring me that this party is your friend’s party and there will be no alcohol?" Emma asked her daughter for the umpteenth time.
"Mom. "I know that you are worried about me, but trust me, Jake is going to be there, and it is just a small party," Abby said reassuringly, and her mom smiled.
"I know, honey. I am just playing with you. I am just worried that you are growing up so fast and that you will soon leave me and start your own life. "I am just happy for you, my dear, but be safe, and you should be back by 10.30."
"Noted mom." She replied and kissed her cheeks. "What do you think about the dress?"
"It is nice. "It looks good to you; don’t forget to carry some money for emergencies and call me anytime you need me."
"Thank you, mom. You are the best."
"Of course, now g
