"Why are you late?" Minda asked me after I bought the ingredients.
After that incident, I purposely delayed shopping because I didn't want to see Steven and I together especially with my son.
"Uh.. there were too many customers in line, I was last so it took me a while," I excused myself and looked away.
"Okay..." And he handed Zellor to me with a pointing finger.
"There, your son knows how to shop! He might be a spoiled man by chance." He laughed softly as he picked up the plastic bags.
"Do you want toys?" I asked and approached where he pointed.
When I looked at the price, I became depressed and sadly turned to my son.
"Yes! Yes!" He applauded.
How is it? He points out that the price is one thousand pesos. He just looks cheap but expensive.
"Son, next time," I said sadly and adj
