At this juncture, I would like to make an honest confession.
My room is safe, atleast for a while.
To those who have been wondering what made me say this, well, I'll let you make your own guess (Don't panic. It won't require Newton's brain to guess :P)
She:"Mamma, I don't like it. I get up so late here. Home is different. I am up by 6:30am."
Me: (Excuse me? Aren't you up by 7:15 EVERY morning, Sundays included!)
Post phonecall,
She: "Yayy (in what made me drop my pen which I am yet to find!) I am going home in a week!"
Me: (Wait, that's my reaction! Yayyiee, she's going hoome in a week!!)
She: (continuing)"So, I am going shopping today."
(Me: W-H-A-T! That would be NEWS!)
She: "To buy books."
(Me: W-H-A-T!!!!)
She: "But oh, I'll have to miss the lunch in the mess."
(Me: *faints*)
