Chapter 39: The Crazy Morning Gets Crazier

I look at my mother in utter shock, whom I haven’t contacted in over six years. It’s not much surprising that she knows I’m back and knows my address. She’s used to spying on me since my high school days, but dropping by so early in the morning out of nowhere is awfully suspicious.

And her outfit suggests that she has planned this visit for at most a week and didn’t just drop by during her morning jog.

This moment looks so much like as if it’s staged. If God is watching over me right now, I’m sure he’s laughing with tears in his eyes.

At one side of the door, my mother stands in a knee-length party gown with pearl necklace and bracelets and heavy makeup. And on the other side, in a stark contrast, I stand awkwardly staring at her in a man’s shirt and boxers with my hair looking like a chicken’s dwelling.

One look and no one would admit that I’m someone who came out of her.

“Are you daydreaming? Why do you look so lost?”

I mentally slap myself back to reality at her disapproving look.