Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. Who could it be? I almost had a heart attack when I saw the young man was still there, but his time, he even knocked on my door. "Who are you? What do you want?" I demanded.

                "Are you..." he pokes into his bag, "her daughter?" he showed up a picture, a familiar smile pasted on a women face in the picture--mum.

                "Sorry," my hand trembled on the door, "I don't know he--" closing the door.

                "Wait," he stopped the door, "I can't be wrong, you have omma's eyes."

                My eyes turned O.O when I heard him, Omma? And now she sent her son to visit me? You witch. I gazed at him, folding my hand on my chest.

                "Asaa. Now I found you." he looked relieved, satisfied. "Can I come in?" he walked in before I could answer.

                "Yah! You can't just walk into people's house." I yelled, pulling at his shirt. Wow. He has a nice smell... Wait--what am I thinking? "Hey!"

                "You live up well," he scanned through my house, turned to me, "Where's appa?" he smiled.

                You little--bastard!  "Your appa don't exist here. Go back to your own country and I bet he is there." I growled, shot him a hateful eye. I hate him! I hate mum!

                "Oh chill down. Now where did you get that temper from? Omma don't have it, must be from your appa." he smirked, looked down at me.

                Who do you think you are young man!

                I kicked at his leg, "Hey!" he yelled in pain.

                NOTE: Never raise up my temper, or you’ll end up sitting on a wheelchair.

                "What is that for," he cried, holding onto his leg. Hah! Serve you right.