Mom laughed at me when I told her why I was freaking out. She laughed so hard that I think she accidentally farted but when I asked her about the apparent fart sound, she denied it like a child caught with its hand in the cookie jar. Despite her laughing, I managed to squeeze some hefty advice out of her. Apparently, I was supposed to dress casually while I was supposed to dress Smith kinda fancy to snatch as many compliments as possible, if I had anything, I could bring some snacks or sweets, but I didn't have s**t in the pantry. All we had was pasta, some half-full cream and milk cartons, spices and some ginger ale. I knew that there were frozen ham and frozen vegetables in the freezer but it wasn't as if I could swing by Rayah's house with a bag of peas and my baby and expect to be trea
