"Oho! And what do you want to study, young miss!?"
"I want to study how to manage Tolf!" I shouted, and mommy's discreet expression lightly lowered into a more serious smile.
"Welp… that is a no can do. You can pick anything else but that… we'll teach you later, but for now, you should work on the basics. How about we start you off with math, English, and science? From there, you can branch out into other subjects… how about that?"
"No! I want to learn how to manage Tolf!" I shouted in protest, completely baffled at how this mom actually rejected my request.
"Ugh… you spoiled brat," I heard mama's voice slowly penetrate through the air and when I turned around, my eyes lit up.
"Mama!" I exclaimed, worming my way out of the grasp I was currently held prisoner in and hugging my mother's torso.
I wasn't very tall compared to her since she was just barely scraping the six-foot mark while I was a measly 5'1.
