"Hi maa!" Sabrina greets her mother as soon as she opens the door to the apartment. Her mother looks her from up to down to her messed attire. She was half wet, sanded and smelled like salt, her hair seemed like they haven't been brushed since weeks. Sabrina moved inside before her mother bombards her with questions on the doorstep. "Where were you, young lady?"
"I think I'm back home on time?" she says, slipping out of her wet sneakers.
"No! You are ten minutes late."
"Maa, seriously?" She says, turning towards her mother with her hands on her hips.
"And where'd you go?"
"Well... Uh... I... Umm..."
"What's taking you so long to answer a simple question?" Doris asks, quirking up a brow. Sabrina huffs out a breath, giving up on the idea of hiding her little tour with David from her mother, knowing how persistent her mother is going to remain until she shares it with her and neither did she feel like hiding.
