"Good morning". I greeted getting inside the kitchen. There was my mom with her cheeks red. Whatever William said was making her feel like a teenager asked for prom. Oh, speaking of prom, Friday this week, we are finally letting ourselves loose. I don't think that's what prom dance is about, but I don't care.
"Morning, Nadia, you know I want to tell you that I'm proud of you, sweetheart. I have never doubted you for a second". She said, smiling like she didn't tell me to spread my legs to be checked for her to believe; on top of that, instead of apologizing to me, she said she was proud of me like I had anyone else to be proud of except for her, I mean my grades are pretty good and I'm also very good with my hands, I know carving is just a hobby but it could be something more when I don't
