"Mom, he did not," I tell my mother and laugh again. If I continue like this, I will start crying very soon. I have missed my mother telling me a story and repeating it whenever I ask her to, not caring that she has told me already.
"Yes, he did. Right?" My mother says and asks my father who smiles to her as he nods.
"Oh, dad you are in love," I tell him and chuckle, my dad, nodded again and pecked my mom on the cheek.
My mother did well to wake me up as there was no day I would choose to listen to this story, this day is the best as it will give me something to think about while I handle everything waiting for me back at home.
I have tried searching in my head and I am sure this is the first time my mother is telling me this and I am surprised. I don't know how long has passed and really I don't care. We can stay on the air as long as the pilot wants I don't care right now.
