MARIANA
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I began to walk upstairs. When I was almost at the top, mom spoke.
" Who was he? I mean the one who dropped you." Mum asked.
"If only you had come out to see him, then maybe you won't be asking." I turned and pulled my tongue out teasingly at her.
She glared jokingly at me. " I saw the clothes you wore."
"So?" I asked.
"They're not yours, infact it's a boy's clothe and i never bought you that."
" I bought it myself."
" No way! I know you won't but that."
" Well I did." I resumed my steps.
And she began to take the stairs towards me.
I needed no one to tell me that she was coming for a full gist.
"Mum, I'll tell you later but I seriously need to rest. You know I don't hide anything from you. Besides, it's nothing." I said and instead of going to
