IRENE’s POV...
“Mom, mom,mom.” Antonia called out as she tapped me on the shoulder.
“Huhn...” I answered nervously as I jerked up in shock and turned to her nervously. I was so deep in my thought that I didn’t notice when she walked in, when she called me and when the bacon began to sizzle in the pan.
“Oh s**t!” I cursed and panicked as I fidgeted over what to do. I was so disoriented that I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.
Antonia immediately turned off the gas cooker and then turned to me, “Are you okay mom?” She asked with worry written all of her face. “Mom, are you okay?” She asked again.
I looked up at her and looked into her eyes and I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. The more I looked into her eyes the more embarrassed and sorry I feel towards her.
Immediately,
