"Arthur?" A knock on my door startled me. I was so deep in my thoughts. I was busy watching Mrs. Jones and thinking if Heather really went to hell because of her. Mrs. Jones is not that bad. She was kind and sweet. She knows how to treat people, so how come she can do that in her own child? She was even supporting a charity for kids.
"Yes, mom? " I answered.
My mom opened my door and brought me some of my mail. There was one big box in it that I can't remember I ordered.
"You have another box downstairs. I didn't know that you're now into online shopping," My mom teased. I smiled at her and looked at the box.
"Thank you mom for taking care of this. I can handle this from here. Anyway, you should have called me to carry these. These are heavy, especially that box," I uttered.
