The bafflement on mama's face gave her countenance a kind of funny stern outlet. All the more, it sent my mind on a sensational twirl.
"Good evening ma'am" Mia tried to calm her but mama would have none of it.
She walked out of the door first and crossed her hands over her chest. "Evening? It's the morning girl! Young girls like you should be under your parents shelters sleeping peacefully like well mannered ladies your age would do!" She scolded.
Oh, my mama!
Forever would she be the disciplinarian that she was. The nagging which never ceases to annoy me then strangely pleases me now.
"We came to seek your help dear ma." I began, adopting the kind of well-mannered tone mama would like.
She turned me now, listening.
