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Chapter 9 - Chapter 8

On Sundays where I spent my holiday by playing football from 8 to 11 with my football mates. I am merely impressed by my goalkeeper 'Muray' who never let's any opponent make a goal easily, a skilled man with rough and long hands, I was skilled in defending the football and my players were amazing. However, the opposition hit the football on my face hard and I had to keep an ice pack on my face, my red face was really hurting as if many bees had stunged me, making my face swollen.

I came home at 11:30 a.m. after playing a sweaty match. I washed my smooth hair, then, took my mom's turquoise yoga mat and a warm sunbath, making a white handsome boy, brown. I would finally take a shower with any soap, Doesn't matter.

My ma, a talented baker whose cake's aroma which I smelled when I first entered the house. Her cake was a signature dish, she actually had some serious secret recipe which made her delicious cake taste as if I am eating in world's most famous restaurant but paying null amount. The cake was all the way fresh, hot from the oven. Oh la la la. I had eaten my entire cake with a mocha on side. We even discussed about hiring a maid.

Subsequently, she somehow convinced me to go shopping with her. I hate shopping. Well, who is interested except girls? I just hated the labyrinth of shopping store roads, especially super markets. Even my mama was confused. She stopped a while and asked the workers there. The worker answered "Madam, you can go from left to right, right to left, round, then straight." She thanked her. I did not understand anything, instead I wished to punch her for confusing poor customer. One must bring a road map for shopping.

She had taken almost everything, she went to every counter, clothes, food, home decor, cosmetics, bags, tiffin, water bottles, home's utensils, hair accessories, magazines, wineshop, oh oh sorry supermarkets don't have wineshops.

We went to grocery shop for vegetables. My mom who was a fresh driver, deprived of skilled driving experience did not bring a car. I lifted the whole bags with bare hands. She lifted her small pursed and mini stylish bag which contained cosmetics. I was now understanding the main motive of my mother.

I entered my house directly drank a full glass of water after walking on the parching sun. I clearly told her that I would never go to shopping with her anymore.

I watched two new movies back-to-back (I don't remember movie title) and slept at 1.