C113 One last time

A week passed by and now's the day of our senior high prom. With my week containing fights and arguments, I was so exhausted to see my mom standing at the front door of our house just as I got home with a big grin on her face, holding a big carton box that I'm afraid I know what's inside is.

"Snow!" She called out, singing my name.

"Oh hey, mom!" I sent her a sheepish smile and waved at her