10 Years Later
“I am an assassin.” A voice came from the other side of the couch and Irene, who was eating popcorn replied casually, “No, you’re not, Owen. Your steps should be silent.” Irene, tired finally from all her duties, decided to take her final one and do it forever- being a housewife.
“I don’t understand, Mama.” Her son frowned, coming and sitting on the couch while Irene continued to watch LED, humming, “How do you always notice me coming and know so much about being an assassin.” He asked, “Because I am an assassin.” She replied casually as he laughed, “Right. And I am batman.” He belittled her casual words, “You get scared of a lizard, being an assassin is a distant matter.” He teased her. Finally stopped, Irene turned to him, “Hey! Humans and insects are two different spec
