When an accident occurs, most people tend to ask themselves why it happened to them but not to Sheryl Peters. She was busy pulling her ears, asking herself over and over if she had it correctly.
She wished she could use both her hands and pull her ears.
"Did I hear it correctly?" She wondered.
She couldn't accept it. How in the world did the boy call her mother?
He has just been told that Sheryl was his godmother. Yes, Sheryl never thought Gal would tell him that first, or even tell him about her after all the warnings she kept giving her. So, really if it was anyone, they would be astonished as she was.
Jordan sprinted to where Sheryl lay. "I can't help. I can help. I can't help." He said.
He was hysterical.
Gal was shocked, and it was not good since she was the one who in this case shouldn't have. Her teenage brother was hysterical, and Sheryl was on the ground pulling her ears. "Mother?" She wondered as Sheryl did.
