'' Good molning ,good molning''
A new word my mom taught me to say it the moment I wake up .
''Good mol.....'' I said surprised with that weird thing that Midas hung down the stair case .
''Good morning my little boy '' my father said carrying me up on his shoulders .
'' Breakfast is ready '' mom shouted from inside the kitchen, dad took me in and put me down on my chair .
Mom say down next to me so she can feed .. But an annoying voice interrupted us it was more like a ringtone ..
Mom left me and went to the living room and answered the phone and talked to her neighbor for hours and hours and hours ...
