My Brother's Wife
I looked up at my ever radiant mother, her blonde hair packed into a neat bun, it's like she hasn't aged a day.
"I know baby, I'm just glad you are back home, it makes me overjoyed that you are staying with your brother, it means you guys are getting along." She places her hand on my arm.
Getting along? Please.
"Speaking of the less handsome son," I called out spotting Javier entering the restaurant.
My mum smacked my arm, causing me to shove my arm away.
"Hey, mum." Javier pecked her, sending a glare towards my direction.
Brotherly love.