Kristofer let out a groan. The sudden blinding light caused by the curtains being pulled open woke him from his deep slumber.
Mentally sighing, he slowly opened his eyes, squinting around his room in an effort to look for his mother whom he found standing at his bedside opposite the window. She had purposely opened the curtains to get him to feel her presence and also the sun's rays as well.
"Good morning to you too, mother. Fancy having you come by this early," Kristofer watched his mother shake her head in utter disapproval, her arms were folded across her chest. She was dressed nicely and it took him a few minutes before he gradually remembered what day it was.
Kristofer buried his head in his pillows.
"Can I not come, mother? I hate socializing," he muttered, not certain if his mother heard him or not.
"Presence is everything, Kris. You and I both know how important that is. Now you better be ready in fifteen minutes or I will have to make you,"
