"Happy mother's day, mama!" Bobby hugged her from behind and hissed. "Thank you for everything you have given me and done for me... They are just some simple gifts for you."
"Ahh!" Mia was all smiling from ear and ear and said, "Sweetheart, you don't need to do that."
"Oh really. Then shall I return them all back?" Bobby asked, jokingly.
"Hell no. You can't do that. They are all already mine now." She then removed herself from his embrace and said in a tone that Bobby was very familiar with. "Now, I've got to go clean some dishes while young man, you carry the things in." She gently tapped him on the arm and went back into the house, trying to conceal a gleaming smile.
After all, the unboxing of the gifts and surprising moments of stuff were all over, Mia asked, looking at him. "Isn't it time for you to tell me what troubles you and you to try to buy favors with all these gifts? Well, you have done a hell of a good job. Now, I'm all ears. Shoot it out!"
