“Khatalina!”
I rolled my eyes because I don’t know how many times I already did this morning. I then looked at my wall clock and shook my head as I read the time.
8:03 A. M.
Our flight to Cebu will be at 10 o’clock in the morning and our drive from my house to the airport will only be 30 minutes. I am not going to use my private plane because my mom doesn’t want me to “rub” my money on her face. Even though I have no intention of rubbing my money on anyone's face. My family is the only ones who think this way to me and I hate it. It is one of the reasons that I moved out of Cebu, out of her house.
Annoyed, I ignored her numerous yelling of my name. She wants me to move quickly as she’s yelling that we are getting late for our flight which clearly is not. I then walk into my vanity de
