"Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you have some plans to go out with your friends?" Mr. Truman asked. I am now sitting on the back seat. We are driving home after shopping for a few pairs of clothes and shoes. "No, sir..." I responded softly. Mr. Truman looked at me through the mirror. I can see his eyes reflected there. "That's good," he said softly. "I'm planning to take you and Carl somewhere tomorrow." I didn't say anything. I just nodded when I heard what he said. After all, I am still bound to follow what he will say. "We will go there at 6 P.M so you can do what you want the whole day." "Okay..." I responded softly. After that conversation, I remained silent all throughout until we reached the house. Mr. Truman helped me carry the shopping bags and went inside the house. The ma