At 6:30 this morning, my stereo alarm clock played the usual radio station I listen to every morning, and my mother asked if I was still alive. That happens all the time, of course. It was just the thought of my father that made me realize how much I looked like him, and that answered my question. I want to know what Chris meant when he told my mother that. She reminds me of the backstabbing blonde named Wesker. Who's Wesker? And why would anyone tell my mom that I look like him?
Ren, are you up and getting ready for work? Asked by a tired and simple Oklahoma tomboy that's a grown ass adult heading into their early 30's.
I'm awake mother, just got to put my boots on. I responded, knowing her happy ass wants a breakfast burrito from Hardee's and sonic.
I laced up my combat boots and grabbed my favorite pair of shades so I could see what I was doing from the sunlight.
As these glasses belong to my father, it is only fitting that I can at least display some of his characteristics.
ren, are those your father's glasses? my mother asked, in fear of me finding out.
yeah, they are. I replied, as I grabbed an energy drink and, my bag. with my laptop in it.
DShe knows my father was probably looking for us and wondering what his little daughter was doing while he was away, I miss my father.