When my mother said she was going to finish telling me about the story I didn't know the story she was going to tell me was going to be the one I am currently listening to. I have tried telling her to stop and she has told me that she is not going to, she is going to finish what she has started.
My father is on it too since he is smiling at my poor attempt to make my mother stop talking.
"You don't have any other than listening to her dear." My father says and looks at my mother with love radiating from his face.
I groan and lean back in the seat. My mother grins and says, "I am happy we are in this jet, we are facing each other, how good."
"Yes mother it is so good, thank you for mentioning it. Can I take a nap now, please? Once we land I am going to the office and I don't want to go to the office with a…"
