CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN

MELISSA’S POV.

“How's it going? Trust two kids isn't much to handle.” I said, as I smeared gloss on my lips, looking into the mirror. 

Mom began, with a sigh, “Melissa, this isn't…”

That was the start of a big argument coming up, and I didn't have the time for that. 

There were better things I had to do than arguing.

“I sent money.” I said, taking out the phone from between my shoulder and my cheek, setting it on the table before tapping on the speaker. 

“That's not enough, and you know it. These twins eat like beasts, yet they never get any fatter....