IAN's POV :

“Ma, I’m going out. Don’t wait up,”

I was making my way down the stairs, heading straight for the front door. But mom was quick. She ran over and intercepted me, standing right in front of my way.

“Now, when you said you’re coming home for Christmas, I thought you were coming home for Christmas. But we barely see you,”

“I promised the guys I’ll have a drink with them. I’ll be home all day tomorrow, promise,” I put my hands up in defeat. I never win an argument with my mother.

“All right then. You have a great night with your friends,” she paused for a...