Yuriah silently glanced at their breakfast food on their table prepared by her parents. She sweetly smiles at her Mom and Dad while sitting down across from them at the table. She just wakes up and gets up as her hair was still disorganized and messy. She suddenly stands up to give her Mom and Dad a tight embraced as she did not do that earlier nor last night when they come. She always does that to them every time they went home, and it becomes Yuriah’s habit while she is growing up.
“What time did I come home last night, Mom?” she asked while she's watching her Mom's reaction, who is slightly massaging some strands of her hair. It was part of her act as she thinks this carefully last night. “Did I came that late? Who sends me home? Is it Asher or Avril?”
“You came home very late,
