LUNCH MEETING

Let the freedom of your wings fly high,

In the sky,

Till it stops,

To the path where no one can question your ability,

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“Do you want me to do anything to you  Mrs” dad came out..from behind..looking at my mother. She glared...and turned her back..ignoring him.

“Anastasia, tell him..to go out..or else It won't be good for him”she replied..rolling her eyes. 

“Mrs..why are you always so grumpy” he murmured..slow enough not to be heard by her. But my mom's ears were way too faster, she quickly catches an