It was a Friday and my mom and I planned to go out for a mom-daughter bonding. I’ve been too occupied in the café so when I told Jean about my little bonding with my mom, she gladly told me to leave the café early.
“Mama said you can come with us after you’re done here. It’s on her don’t worry. She loves to treat her lovely girls, remember?” I told her while wiggling my brows at her playfully. She hissed and pouted as if doubting my mom’s offer of a spa treatment for us.
“Okay okay… You go ahead, I’ll tell the staff to take care of everything here before I leave,” she said as she willingly accepted our invitation. I left the café and drove my way to the spa house my mom booked us in.
I hurriedly got in and I found my mom on her glasses and giggled at how she looked like. I’ve
