LAUREN ZSANELLE
“Good morning, Ma, Pa.” I greeted my parents and kissed their cheeks. “What the heck is your outfit today, Lauren?” Mama asked and eyed me. “Honey, don’t be bothered by her outfit. Our Lauren loves to wear dull colors of shirts.” Papa defended me, so I winked at him. “Don’t spoil your daughter,” Mama stated and looks at me with haggard, so I just chuckled. You didn’t know anything, Mama, I am broken-hearted today.
“Uh, Harold, can I borrow my daughter for a while? I’m just gonna talk to her.” Mama said, so I look at Harold, and he nodded. So, Mama pulled me away from them and carried me in the garden of the house. “Lauren,” she called my name, so I look in her direction. “Yes, Ma?” I asked her. “Is there anything wrong between you and Harold?” she asked me instantly, so I
