While cleaning the aftermath of the kitchen queen. I hear my message tone. Victoria sent me an SMS thanking me with the information I sent her, and she told that me she is afraid to visit Marjorie because she senses that her anger is less, but maybe she can't control herself and scold her for the stupid failed suicide stunt. Victoria seems to be a person who doesn't easily let go of her anger. I respond jokingly it's ok you don't have to talk just be our smiling wallpaper, for that, you will get one serving of Tiramisu or even two. My mom made twelve servings. She kept three at home for our dessert in tonight's dinner. Victoria replied, thank you, Mardi, for a good idea, I will stuff myself with Tiramisu while you and Angel do the talking. I replied Your welcome and see you later.
After I clean the kitchen, mom said well done Mardin. Now clean your room and do your laundry. I am going out to have lunch with my classmates in the cooking and baking class. Also, you need to make your lunch today. You can thaw and heat some leftovers or make something from scratch. No problem mom, I'm a big girl, I can manage my lunch. How about dad? My mom answer, he had lunch with his buddies, will have a family dinner tonight so come home after your visit from the hospital and don't be late. Remember, dinner is at seven pm. I am going to cook chicken cordon blue and make fresh garden salad directly from my garden with herb vinegarette dressing. I excitedly said Wow! Furthermore, I am coming home early for dinner. Mom went to her room to get ready for her lunch date with her cooking and baking buddies.
When she came out, she is dress nicely and looks pretty. Mom, you look outstanding. Thank you, sweetie and I am off to lunch. Bye and see you at dinner tonight.
After mom is gone, I'm all alone in the house now, time to party with my chores. I went to my room. Scanning it with my critical eyes, I finally realized my roam is in chaos. My socks are on the floor, the uniforms that I wear yesterday are on my headboard. My books are all scattered on the study table and in some feel down on the floor. I have only one shoe near the door. My garbage can is full. My cat is lying in my bed and looks at me mockingly. Maybe thanking me that it lives in the jungle inside my room.
It seems stuffy inside, walk to the window and open it. Yes, the smell of fresh air penetrating my nose. I wonder if it is stuffy in here, or it is smelling not good. Maybe I am immune to my room smell, so it just became stuffy. Who cares, my room my rules, unless my mother says otherwise.
I take the laundry bag and start collecting my mess, then I look under my bed and see how much treasure was hidden underneath. Yes! Found the other pair of my shoes. Oh! my long-lost silver bracelet is here too!! Yew and it stuck with my favorite chocolate snickers half-eaten. I remember three days ago I was eating snickers and at the same time removing my silver bracelet then mom knock in my room. As you know, my mom knocks twice then barges into my room. My reflex action at that time is to throw the chocolate under my bed. My mom doesn't like me eating sweets before dinner, afraid of getting scolded I hide it quickly. I pick the melted sneaked and my bracelet and went to the bathroom to wash them.
Victoria as wallpaper
While cleaning the aftermath of the kitchen queen. I hear my message tone. Victoria sent me an SMS thanking me with the information I sent her, and she told that me she is afraid to visit Marjorie because she senses that her anger is less, but maybe she can't control herself and scold her for the stupid failed suicide stunt. Victoria seems to be a person who doesn't easily let go of her anger. I respond jokingly it's ok you don't have to talk just be our smiling wallpaper, for that, you will get one serving of Tiramisu or even two. My mom made twelve servings. She kept three at home for our dessert in tonight's dinner. Victoria replied, thank you, Mardi, for a good idea, I will stuff myself with Tiramisu while you and Angel do the talking. I replied Your welcome and see you later.
After I clean the kitchen, mom said well done Mardin. Now clean your room and do your laundry. I am going out to have lunch with my classmates in the cooking and baking class. Also, you need to make your lunch today. You can thaw and heat some leftovers or make something from scratch. No problem mom, I'm a big girl, I can manage my lunch. How about dad? My mom answer, he had lunch with his buddies, will have a family dinner tonight so come home after your visit from the hospital and don't be late. Remember, dinner is at seven pm. I am going to cook chicken cordon blue and make fresh garden salad directly from my garden with herb vinegar dressing. I excitedly said Wow! Furthermore, I am coming home early for dinner. Mom went to her room to get ready for her lunch date with her cooking and baking buddies. When she came out, she is dress nicely and looks pretty. Mom, you look outstanding. Thank you, sweetie and I am off to lunch. Bye and see you at dinner tonight.
After mom is gone, I'm all alone in the house now, time to party with my chores. I went to my room. Scanning it with my critical eyes, I finally realized my roam is in chaos. My socks are on the floor rare the uniforms that I wear yesterday are on my headboard. My books are all scattered on the study table and in some feel down on the floor. I have only one shoe near the door. My garbage can is full. My cat lying in my bed and looks at me mockingly. Maybe thanking me that it lives in the jungle inside my room. It seems stuffy inside, walk to the window and open it. Yes, the smell of fresh air penetrating my nose. I wonder it is stuffy in here, or it is smelling not good. Maybe I am immune to my room smell, so it just became stuffy. Who cares, my room my rules, unless my mother says otherwise.
I take the laundry bag and start collecting my mess, then I look under my bed and see how much treasure was hidden underneath. Yes! Found the other pair of my shoes. Oh! my long-lost silver bracelet is here too!! Yew and it stuck with my favorite chocolate sneakers half-eaten. I remember three days ago I was eating a sneaker and at the same time removing my silver bracelet then mom knock in my room. As you know, my mom knocks twice then barges into my room. My reflex action at that time is to throw the chocolate under my bed. My mom doesn't like me eating sweets before dinner, afraid of getting scolded I hide it quickly. I pick the melted sneaked and my bracelet and went to the bathroom to wash them.