“Summer, have you started with your applications yet?” Mamma asked, taking a spoon full of pasta.
I was now back to the world. “I mean not exactly. I’m still checking some out.”
“Why are you asking now? It’s still too soon. Let the kid chill,” Dad said.
“But she should still start, even if it’s a bit. I don’t want her regretting later on if anything happens just like what happened back in grade 6.” She frowned.
We all let out a sigh as soon as she said it. “Will you ever let that go, Mamma?” Ethan asked.
Back in 6th grade, I had scored a 6.5 out of 10 in my overall because I was procrastinating (Dad didn’t mind even though Mamma always nagged me for it during those days) on my studies and turned out, our exams were to be preponed. She hadn’t let it go ever since.
“Back then, she was
