HERZL

“Seems your mom would be going on a date tonight.”

Those were the words of the driver, while we were on our way home. I knew why he said that. It was because of the man who mom stopped her car for at the roadside; the man who asked for help.

Come on, he merely asked for help, but I saw senses in what he said when she came back and gave the damn strange face to us who got her annoyed at the first place, and thus came the gossip of her PA and the new nanny she got me.

“Ma’am is ...