"Yes, Mama. Thank you. You didn't have to. You know I get paid in my internship at the restaurant, right?" He smiles at his mother through his phone. He is on a video call with his family.
"I know, baby, but that's your money. Keep it. Save it or buy something for yourself. Let me and Dada pay for the apartment and your bills and buy your groceries." Megan tells his son who is a spitting image of his father. She can't believe he and the twins have grown so fast.
"Mom, I'm 24. I'm not a baby anymore." He chuckles as fixes his jacket over his chef's uniform.
"You're MY baby. That's non- negotiable." She glares at him. He chuckles.
"Okay, Mama. I love you."
"I love you too. Your sisters are going to be there tomorrow. They'll be there for a couple of days before their next flight." Megan
