Sitting on the lounger while feeling the mixed cold and hot sea and land breeze in mid-afternoon while sipping some fruit juices, Mom suddenly poked me causing me to jolt. I looked at her with questioning eyes. Why is she poking me?
“What’s wrong Mom? Got hurt or something?” I asked curiously. I placed back the tall glass on the small folding table set up beside the lounger. I wore my slippers and I went to her side.
“Or something, baby. It’s the ‘or something’. I am bored after being locked inside this island for two weeks. I need to go out and breath a new air from a bustling city. I think that there is a need to do shopping.”
I almost rotated my eyes in a complete three hundred-sixty degrees. Oh well, Mom is Mom. We can’t change that anymore. She loves shopping so much. Not necessa
