Pg-11
Third person
"Mom, "I murmured, knocked on the door of her room. The door got opened revealing an unknown aged man. Who was he? "Hey, sweetie,” the grey haired, large belly man said. His eyes were roaming all over my body which run chills to my spine. I uncomfortable adjust my top and glanced inside the room. He made way from me, stretching his arm like welcoming me inside the room. I walked inside the room and saw mom wearing a tight short dress, put make up all over her face. "Mom, I want to talk to you”. I murmured, she glanced back at me, stopping her hands in pouring wine in the glass. “What you want to talk" she gave me a lopsided grin. I could feel that she was not like my presence as I was traitor in her enjoyment. "Dear Liza, you didn't introduced me to this sweet girl,”
