“Did I do something wrong?” mother asks.
“Is this the reason why you suddenly treat Chaz better?” I say while moving my stretched arms around.
My mother narrows her eyes and it takes a moment before she could respond. “Aren’t you the one who pleaded me to be softer to your fiancé because you’re very happy with him?” She then winces her eyebrows. “Besides, I didn’t know that he’ll do this for me. I was surprise myself when he brought me here and showed me this place.”
When my disappointment gets the better of me, words refuse to come out of my mouth and my legs turn around and walk away from her. But before my hand could reach the door knob, she speaks.
“I will return all these to him if you’re not happy about it!”
The bliss in her tone from earlier is completely transformed into a sad
