It was Monday morning and the beginning of a new week.
The morning sun was slowly escaping from the shades of the clouds, engulfing the whole city with its brightness.
Meanwhile, Juliana and her son were quickly preparing to go to their daily activities, and just as usual, she dropped her fourteen-year-old son off at school before heading to the company where she works as a secretary.
"Tony, what's taking you so long?" Julianna screamed from the sitting room.
This is the second time she has screamed Tony's name in order to incite him to hurry up so that they won't be late.
"I'm almost done, mom," Tony replied from his room.
"Please hurry up; if not, you will be late again like yesterday, and the food is already getting cold too," Julianna screamed from the sitting room while dishing out the fried egg and Irish potato she had cooked for breakfast.
