I reached into my pocket to grab my cell phone when the backdoor opened and my mom came in. Ariel resembles our mother more than me while I resemble more like our father than she. Let me tell you, genetics is weird. Mom was wearing a pink blouse and blue jeans, she was also wearing, I don’t know why her black sunglasses over her dark brown eyes.
“Hi mom,” I said as she placed her sunglasses on her head. “this is my friend, Charles. Charles this is my mom, Ana Gomez.”
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Gomez.” Charles said.
“Hi,” my mom said. “Lilith, is your dad here?”
“Yeah, he’s in the living room and…” I hesitated for a bit. “he invited Charles to dinner.”
“Whaa?” she said, making a surprised face. “What did you do?” she asked looking at me then at Charles.
“We didn’t do anything!” I said, ge
