Chapter 23.9: The Storm

AMBROSE

“Who’s there?” The woman asked the moment she opened the door and I was standing right at the front door struggling to keep my cool. I noticed she was by far younger than what I’m thinking or better yet, far youthful than what I’m expecting. She looked like she’s on her mid-thirties, not that close to my real mother’s supposed age and I was thrown over the edge thinking that she’s my mother. I became extra anxious at my observation but then the optimistic side of my brain told me to calm down.

“Uhm, hi.” I put up a wide smile on my face. “My name’s Ambrose and….”

“If this is about solicitation, we don’t have any money.” I haven’t even finished what I was about to say and the woman cut me off thinking that I’m some stranger asking for money. I don’t even look like one. I’m just wearing