"Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you have some plans to go out with your friends?" Mr. Truman asked.
I am now sitting on the back seat. We are driving home after shopping for a few pairs of clothes and shoes.
"No, sir..." I responded softly.
Mr. Truman looked at me through the mirror. I can see his eyes reflected there.
"That's good," he said softly. "I'm planning to take you and Carl somewhere tomorrow."
I didn't say anything. I just nodded when I heard what he said. After all, I am still bound to follow what he will say.
"We will go there at 6 P.M so you can do what you want the whole day."
"Okay..." I responded softly.
After that conversation, I remained silent all throughout until we reached the house. Mr. Truman helped me carry the shopping bags and went inside the house. The ma
