The week has flown past rather quick. It has been a rather busy week with preparations and organising What I need to make sure I take. I have still managed to make Moesha mad at least once every day. Still have no idea what I have done wrong or should I say what I am doing wrong.
It is Moesha's Birthday in the morning. Mum and Dad want to have a birthday dinner tonight with her. Mum made sure she got the night off, and dad made sure someone else could take a business trip in his place if he was requested to go away.
"Moesha Dinner's ready ", I say from the doorway of her bedroom. "We are waiting for you ".
"Already?, That was fast ". Moesha says as she places the book she was reading on her bedside table and jumps up out of bed.
"Mum and Dad got you your favourite ", I tell her eag
