● Chapter Thirteen ●
I walked inside my house, the smell of cookies being made feels the air and I can't help the smile that appears on my face. I walk into the kitchen, my eyes instantly falling on my mother who was grabbing the cookies out of the oven, flour all over her apron and face. She smiles at me and waves me over to the counter where she sets the cookies down and points at the empty bar stools.
"Have a seat Ariana, I have something that I have been meaning to ask you." She says walking over to the stove and grabs the other pan that had more cookies on it before setting it in the oven for twenty minutes. I watch and wait for her to come back so that she could ask me what she's been meaning to ask me.
"What's up mom?" I ask grabbing a cookie, ignoring how hot it is and take
