"Over here!"
Cellestine heard her mother shout. There were quite a number of people on the beach. She saw her parents wearing swimsuits and they seemed to be waiting for her before going for a swim.
"I told you not to wait for me, mom," Cellestine said when she arrived by her parent's side.
"But, isn't this supposed to be a family trip? Of course we should swim together," Henriette insisted.
"Come on. I look like a third-wheeler here. You lovebirds should just swim on your own." After saying this, she moved to the lounge chair and lay down.
She didn't notice the silent exchange between her parents. The next thing she knew, she was lifted from the chair and carried by her parents like a sack.
"Mom! Dad! What are you doing?"
No one answered her. Instead, the couple laughed. After a fe
