"Grandma called and she was worried." My mom said.
"Oh, grandma." I smiled. "I'll call her later about my sprain."
Mom sat beside me and started peeling the mandarins.
"I say grandma, but do you know anything about your great grandmother?"
"No. I can't say I have." I said with a blank on my mind.
"That so?" Mom kept peeling the mandarins. "Your dad should know more about this."
"About what?"
Then mom puts a piece of mandarin in her mouth. "About something."
"Something about what?" My curiosity grew.
"Ask dad about your great grandma. He knows more about it. I'm not even sure if it's true."
I raised my eyebrow about my mom's runabout cryptic talk. Sounds interesting though... And annoying.
Light flashed in the room.
"Looks like there's a thunderstorm."-- Lightning to be precise as we look out of the window. A few minutes later, there was a heavy downpour.
"There it goes." Mom closed the glass panes.
