I shamelessly look like a Greek god, reason why I was this handsome. I brushed my hair as waves flowed on my head.
I had inherited curly hairs from my dad, he was Scottish and had seen mom when she first went to the States.
Mom used to say it was a divine accident that had placed her in the hands of Mr. Larry Robinson.
She was only twenty-five years back then. Mom's love story was one in a million, something everyone was always willing to share, I wanted mine to be like hers too, to find love at first sight. It seemed like that wouldn't happen anytime soon of course.
I was so engrossed with my thoughts that I was startled when a buzzing call came into my phone.
"Haha, chill, Larry, it is just your phone that is ringing". I reassured myself.
Placing the brush that was still in my hand, I walked towards the phone picking it up.
The Caller ID read " Love of my life"
Hmmm, thinking about the angel and here she calls.
