Bestestier Friends

Attitude of my parents

Because my parents knew that I was going to the dance, my mom cashed in her money from the bank. She said it will be a mother-daughter bonding.

Dad, on the otherside, was fine with it. As far as he got the homemade cookies I promised him. He didn't like the ice cream thing much, he just wanted two or three boxes of homemade cookies.

By weekend approached, mom was like cramming about what to buy, what was a great color, like this, like that.

"Is it really necessary for me to tag along?" Dad pleaded, dragging himself towards the door.

"For your daughter, yes." Mom shortly said, making her way out of the house.

Like I said, we were going to buy stuffs-more like shopping. Dad hopped beside me on the back seat, while mom adjusted the rear view mirror.

"No one's going to sit beside me?" She pouted.

I sighed, "Fine." I stepped out of the car and made my way towards the front seat.

The ride was rather silent than awkward. Dad was staring out of the window, while mom was busy driving. I had my other world, anyway.

Finally, we arrived at the mall. We had to pull dad out of the car, though. Men these days. It was like they had to eat something disgusting, or they were like kids thay were forced to go to the kiddieland when they wanted to go to the arcade.

"For the cookies, dad. Come on!" I begged, pulling his other arm while mom was pulling the other.

"Oh, fine." He grumbled, stepping out of the car.

"Finally." Mom breathed out and locked the car.

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We went in and out different boutiques about an hour now. And my feet were starting to sore, same as dad's. But mom? She was so in this thing. Why was she so excited about this anyway? It wasn't like she was going to the dance instead of me. Why didn't I had this girly side of hers, anyway?

"Could we," panting, dad sat down on the nearest seat. "Just sit for a while. My feet are hurting, Lori." He stretched out his legs and pulled his phone.

She just rolled her eyes and sighed irritatedly. She sat near us, finally. We sat there for like 20 minutes or so, and enjoyed the free wifi connection.

"So ready for the next boutiques?" Mom stood up excitedly. Dad sighed and stood up, pulling himself up.

"Can I just stroll around? You know, you two could go have fun. I don't have the thing, you know?" Dad plainly said.

She eyed him angrily and finally gave in. "Fine, whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Come on, Jade." She walked away.

Dad made a face and walked towards me. "Here," he handed me a 100 dollar bill. "Buy something for me." He winked. I chuckled and bid him good bye, and finally followed mom.

"Good thing you followed, I thought I would shop for your dress, alone," Mom linked her arm on my arm. "Luckily, you didn't have your father's attitude in shopping."

Neither yours, mom.