Chapter 120

"Mom, are you still in love with Dad?" I questioned and my mother choked on the drink she was swigging from the vita milk bottle. 

"What?" A frown creased her brows and she rubbed her chest, eyes already glossy. 

"Do you still love father?" I repeated my question, my gaze piercing her forehead. 

I wasn't taught to look my mother in the eye as it was said to be disrespectful. 

"What do you mean by that?" She tilted her head to the side and giggled nervously, narrowing an eye at me. 

"I mean that you love father and you glammed up because of him." I wriggled my brow and she clutched my mouth, staring around to see if my father was lurking around somewhere. 

"Don't say that out loud." She shook me and I made muffled sounds, telling her to let go of my mouth. 

"Ma'am, is everything alright?" A waiter dressed in a suit asked with a napkin lying plainly on his arm.

"Yes," she said, releasing my mouth and we