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I heard a knock and the door creaked open. I took a deep breath. Now, my mother would see the mess I had caused in my room.

My mother entered my room. She had taken her bath and wore her clothes. It was time for her to go to her workplace.

Her eyes roamed around my room, then flickered back to me.

"Ivy Young, can you tell me why your room is messy? Why are your clothes scattered all over the floor?" Mother questioned me.

I ran my hands through my hair, glancing around my room like I was innocent. Like, I didn't know how it happened or I didn't understand the language my mother spoke to me.

"What's wrong with your tongue?" Mom asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why is your room like this?"

I shrugged."I don't know. I will arrange the room later."

"Suit yourself. I am going to work. I don't want to see this room like this when I'm back." Mom warned me.

I nodded my head in the affirmative. "I will do something to the room as soon as possible." I assured her.

"Bye." Mom waved