A simple life. That is what I finally decide to choose. It might not be what I want. I haven't even imagined what it would be like. However, I am ready to make all the necessary sacrifices, just to make sure that I give Sammy the best life he deserves.
I have just finished packing his lunch box of fried pasta and some scrambled eggs when he yells that my phone is ringing.
"Who is it?!"
"I don't know, Mummy! Should I help you to find out?!"
I know that the screaming at both of us are exchanging are not necessary, so I grab the lunch box and go to the living room where he has been waiting for me.
But then, I see him coming towards me, a deep frown masking his face as he stares at my phone.
"What is it? Who is it?"
"Why would you have someone's name as the devil's advocate?"
That makes me chuckle. But more importantly, why would Mark be calling me? What does he want this time around?
