"Mom. Dad," I said with shock in my voice. "What are you doing here?"
Mother scoffs and moves her blonde hair behind her ear. She rolls her blue eyes and looks me up and down. "Well you didn't seem like you were going to invite us over any time soon and I wanted to see my baby girl before she gives birth. Speaking of which, where is she?" I pointed inside and she pushed me out of the doorway.
"Mom!" I turned around to see a bright smile on Lesa's face. Just a minute ago she was crying and now she is happy. . . I'm not even going to question it.
"You have purple in your hair again," my mom stated. Mom was the one to first help Lesa dye her hair in the first place. It started out with a strip of blue, then she added a few other strips, and then she kept dying them different colors. She ha
