“Honey, did you make my coffee?” Isabelle yelled as she rushed to her daughter’s room to wake her up.
“Yes!” she heard Cyrus’s voice. Her hand wrapped around the doorknob to open but Aubree locked it from inside.
“Butki! Open the door!”
“You are going to be late again! Wake up Butki!!”
The clock is ticking indicating how late Aubree is, she doesn’t understand why her daughter can’t wake up early in the morning. She always ends up fifteen minutes late to class.
“Aubree, I’m going to take your money card away if you don’t wake up!” she heard a response from inside.
“You got twenty minutes to get ready young lady!” she said before walking to where her husband is.
“Didn’t she wake up?” Cyrus asked.
“No, she is going to miss her first period Cyrus.” she complained.
“Good morning maa an
