Essay about My Experience With My Mother
“Good morning, did you sleep alright?” I nod.
“Yes, much better than usual, actually. What time it is? We should probably visit with my mother for a while, and I have some things I need to work on with my bank.” As much as I would prefer to stay in bed all day with him, I drag myself to the bathroom and prepare for the day.
After asking wandering the halls for a while and asking a few servants I passed by if they saw Hans, I find him in the informal dining area, working on his laptop and sipping a cup of coffee. I sit across from him.
“Hey, next time tell me where you’re going, alright? It took me way too long to find you,” I tease.
“Oh, sorry, slipped my mind. It’s quite an adjustment to go from my house to this. Before we couldn’t hide from each other if we wanted to, and now we could easily accidently lose each other.…