"What was that all about?" Mom asked as soon as we were all inside the house.

"Huh?"

"Mike, and you. It seemed you were both arguing about something?" She asked stretching her limbs. That day, she was wearing a white top and maroon coloured palazzo pants.

"No not really. We're cool, mom" I quickly replied, taking off my face so she'd not read my expression.

"You sure? I saw him pull your hands and you were yelling? Was that a joke?"

"We were playing, mom" I said ...