My mom stood there in front of me with her bags–handbag, rolling box and a mini traveling bag. She permed her hair and it looked sleek. She looked colorful just like the mother I've known all my life. Red lipstick, black handbag, blue dress with black polka dots, a white box, another shade of blue mini traveling bag and a black shade.
If anyone complained, she'd lecture you how all the colors are a good fit to each other.
What is happening? I asked myself as I furrowed my brows at her. She pushed past me and walked in with everything she had on her. I followed her behind after shutting the door.
“What are you doing here mom?” I asked.
She scrunched her nose and glanced at me as she carefully laid down her handbag on my table as if it contained gold.
“Is that the best way to greet
