Zach came home to just pack up. This made his mother, who had also just come home from the hospital, bewildered and followed him to any room he walked into.
"Zach, where are you going?" Ask Christie.
"I'm going to New York," Zach replied, packing up some clothes. he folded the clothes quickly, then put them in the black suitcase. the man already looks neat and fresh in black jeans combined with a white shirt and wearing black sneaker shoes, and combing his hair with a haircut style. don't copy my book....
"What, new York? Why would you even go there at a time like this?" christie questions with great amazement. Her brow furrowed, his eyes stared in wonder at her son who was packing.
