She looked at me weirdly with skepticism on her face, exactly how I had imagined she was going to react when I present the gifts to her.
“You’re kidding mom.” She said dryly.
“No, I’m not honey.” I nodded the negative. “He called me back when I was leaving for work, and gave them to me then told me to make sure I give them to you.”
“Weird. Why will your boss buy me a gift mom.” She questioned.
I shrugged lightly, “I don’t know. He said it was a gift for your game on Friday.”
“Ohhhh..” she drawled. “It makes more sense now.”
Convincing her about the gift turned out easier than I was excepting because Antonia wasn’t one to be convinced easily, and she also didn’t like accepting gifts from strangers. I remember the first time Connie came to visit me after returning from England, and
