I am already not that young and most definitely I am not clueless. Basing on her sour look, I can already conclude that she received such bad news on her phone, bad enough that it ruined her happy aura.
Looking down at my empty plate, still awaiting our father to come home, I pretended not to see anything or doubt anything. I am afraid to make my mom’s feelings hurt more than it already is. It is no secret that she has a fragile heart in complement to her sweet and warm personality.
Right, I am actually becoming more perceptive about people around me more when I became close friend with Kent Hoover, that one of the silent smart kid around the county.
Not long after, I heard my mom stood up from seat and walk over the kitchen counter to get some water to drink? No, we already h
