“Wakey, wakey!”
“No, let me sleep..”
“Wake up Zara before I dump a whole bucket of cold water on you.”
Groaning in annoyance, I peeked from my right eye to see my mom standing at the edge of the bed with a stern expression on her face. Sitting up straight I looked at her with a questioning gaze as to what was so important that she took the initiative of ruining my sleep.
“Mama, what happened?”
“What happened? You are asking me what happened?”
To add effects to her words she raised her hands in the air exaggerating the topic. My mom was always a bad actor.
“Here, your father is hell bent on torturing me with his silent treatment and you are busy taking your beauty sleep.”
“Mama, but it's not my fault that he isn’t speaking to you.”
Her jaw almost hit the floor at my reply and I ch
