With messy hair and a deep scowl on his face, Martin walked on the street of Broughton this morning with a bag in his hand. His eyes stung because of lack of sleep and watered continuously as he engaged in a yawning marathon.
If only his mother was a bit considerate and allowed him to sleep for at least an hour more! But no! She didn't care how he spent half of his night working alongside his father.
No!
All she cared about was her early morning tea and a delicious breakfast. And who would be her only and the best choice to go for an early morning shopping spree for her?
Of course, her only and dearest son!
"I swear I am going to buy all the groceries and essentials every single evening from this day on," Martin grumbled to himself as he carried the heavy bag in his hand.
"Why does a mother need so many things? Can't she just prepare bread and butter with a simple coffee?"
