“Miles” He heard someone called him. It was his mom.
“Son, what happened?” She worriedly approached them and looked at Kathy.
“Belinda! I’m fine, just a little tipsy.” She hiccuped, “I’m going to go ahead to my room.” Kathy said. She was obviously drunk.
“Okay, Miles, take this,” Belinda handing him a bottle of water. “Drink this now. It would be best if you had it. You look tired and thirsty,” She offered. Miles smiled. His mom was so thoughtful.
He took the bottled water and drank the content. “Thanks, Mom,” he felt revitalized after downing the water. The place was getting warmer, he thought.
“We’re going ahead. She needs to rest. Kathy's drunk,” He said to his mom.
Miles felt a light blow on his shoulder, “I’m not drunk!” S
