“Mommy! Wake up!” Morgan’s voice roused Iris' senses.
The shaking in her shoulders told her that she wasn’t dreaming. Her sleep wasn’t deep, but she was feeling lethargic that she did not even want to move an inch.
Forcing to open her eyes, she lazily looked at Morgan who was staring at her as if she had committed a grave crime. The dissatisfaction on the little girl’s face was drawn on her pouted mouth and deep frown.
“What time is it, darling? Where’s your Aunt Bella?” she asked in almost a whisper as her gaze darted to the digital clock on her bedside table.
It read: 6:18 PM.
Instantly, Iris shot up from her bed.
“Sh!t!” she blurted.
“Aha! You said it, too! Mommy is bad!” Morgan pointed mischievously before marching her way toward the opened door saying, “Auntie Bella has alread
