Chapter Seven - I'm sorry, Mom

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Chapter Seven//I'm sorry Mom

After the exciting news, Mommy decided to give me a full pack of...

"No way! Peeled Chestnuts! My favourite! KYAA!" I screamed happily, grabbing them. Most people know I'll do anything for Peeled chestnuts or sweets. Don't think about it, though.

"Hehe.." Mommy laughed, patting my head. "Let me cook dinner, yeah?" I nodded as I raced upstairs and lied on my bed.

"When was the last time I had these.." I muttered, opening the pack. Nowadays, Mommy only gives my peeled chestnuts on good things like rewards, which I rarely get.

After munching half of them, I looked in my pink box. That's the box of 'Adorbs' things. I have a hobby to gather cute stuff. Inside, there's a smooth pebble, beads etc.

Mommy always told me that it's good to have a hobby. It's good for wasting time when you're bored. Still munching some, I still looked through it.

"Oh?" I found a picture of me inside it. Well, I'm obviously Adorbs, and that is it. "I totes look younger then." I smiled as I placed it back and read my script.

I wonder how long it would take until Next week Wednesday. Today's... Thursday. 6 more days.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.

Speaking of days, is Monday the beginning of the week, or is it Sunday? If that's so... Why's Sunday called a weekend, if it's at the beginning of the week? And why is is so short yet it feels long.  "Great..." I muttered, rolling my eyes. "Now I sound like Jataro..."

I looked over at my calendar. "I simply cannot wait!" I said, hugging myself. "Don't I need to pack?" I suddenly said. "I'll ask mommy later.." I nodded.

After an hour or so, mommy called me downstairs. It's about time! I'm hungry!

"Kotoko, here you go." Mommy placed spaghetti Bolognese on the table. Licking my lips, I started eating. "Oh, Kotoko!" Mommy giggled. "The sauce is all over your face!" I smiled. As long as mommy is happy, I'm happy.

"Sowry Mommy." I laughed along, with mouth in my food and wiping the sauce out of my face.

"Don't speak with your mouth full, young lady!" She snapped all of a sudden. I jumped and froze, looking down. "That's no good table manners! I never raised you like this! Is that how you're going to be like at Mr. Producer's house?!" I shut my eyes shut, trying not to cry.

My bad... W-what have I done?

"I didn't mean to... I'm sorry mom."

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