I got dressed–a blue pair of jeans and a black fitted cotton top with a scarf over my head to cover the untidy braids I’d done earlier–and left the room as quickly as I could. I decided to make breakfast for everyone. When I got to the living room, my mom was already awake. She was sitting on the couch with her reading glasses and reading a book. She had one leg crossed over the other.
“Morning, mom. You look beautiful” I said to my beautiful mother–she looked more beautiful than she usually does.
“And you are humming,” she replied.
“Ohh! Am I?” I didn't even realise that I was humming to myself.
Stupid brain cells of mine.
“Sleep well?” she questioned pushing her glass down her nostrils a little to look at me.
“Yes mom. And stop looking at me like that” I answered, there was this
