The question of how good I am at multitasking? Well, I'm sure even a working Mom of five to seven kids wouldn't have been able to pull through with all the things I have just carried out in less than five minutes. My room is a witness, the wings of my bras are literally flying on wardrobe doors, with an open box and a pile of clothes spilling out of the box. I'm sure my Mom will be horrified when she sees this messy room. But I'll be gone before she get in here, hopefully.
I grab my fur coat and dash out of the room, carefully measuring my steps to avoid making a loud sound that can catch the attention of any of my parents. At this hour, Dad should be in his library, reading or assaulting his laptop's keyboard all in the name of work. I don't know where Mom is, but she may still be in the
