"Didnt you book a room? Why are you sitting at our table then?"
"Aiya Ambrose what sort of an ungrateful son are you? You dont even want your parents to sit with you. Sigh...okay..." she shuffles on her seat, pretending to want to get up but didnt. "but you will miss me if I die." She suddenly looks sullen and her husband passes her his handkerchief. Mrs Mo snatches it and uses it to wipe her non existent tears. Ambrose couldn't believe that he was seeing.
He raises his hand and pats her back slowly even though he knew she is only being dramatic and pretending.
"Fine fine.. let's eat lunch together. We will ask Jason to stay too if he isnt busy." His mom places the handkerchief on the table next to her bag and looks down at her palm. She still looked dlike she had been put through suffering. "Mom how about I preorder a birkin bag for you? Or should we personally request for one? Just for you?"
