I was going to deliver Ammi's message to Maa when I saw Baa's car parked outside. It was odd, considering the fact that he no longer spent his weekends with them. Something must be amidst. Moving onto the varenda, I heard his raised voice, I went in anyways.
He sat on a dining chair, Ramadan stood in front of him with hands folded behind him and head hung low. Maa stood at the far end of the dinning table with her palms clasped to her mouth. "How dare you call my mother and utter rubbish to her? You had the guts to tell her to talk to me, tell her to talk to her son to stop frustrating your mother's life. Telling her you love your mother just as much as her son-me loves her.
You had the guts to tell her she should take heed of what you said if not it would turn into a battle between a
