Juliana
If there is one person I trust to handle any situation, it's my mother. Although she was three days late, she brought me out of that stinking hell hole.
"You need a shower" she complained, wrinkling her nose with disgust "you smell like three days old urine" she whined "I hope this odour doesn't get stuck to my car seat"
"I really appreciate your crude words mom" I deadpanned. The least thing I need is someone pointing out to me that I haven't showered for three days, not because provision wasn't made for me, but because I can't imagine myself taking a bath in such a godforsaken place. Gosh! This is the moment I really wish Lucas is here with me. "How is Ariana?" I asked instead. I don't think my mother will appreciate me talking about Lucas right now.
"She's fine. Natalie is d
