•BRIANNA•
I left Cherry’s place around seven, after we’d finished catching up. I got to the house and stepped inside.
“Mum! Mariana! I’m home!” I hollered, immediately noticing the sitting room was empty.
“Welcome, Brianna, we’re in the kitchen,” Mariana yelled back, so I headed there.
“Hey, Mom, how are you?” I asked, hugging her.
“I’m fine, Brianna. How was work?” she replied, pulling away from the hug.
“Work was fine, but stressful, Mom. But we thank God,” I said.
“You went straight to your mom. You didn’t see me. Am I a spoon or a potato?” Mariana asked, her face feigning a pout.