“Freya!” She squealed. “What are you doing here?” She said as she pulled me in for a hug.

“I thought I'd surprise you guys,” I replied while trying to breathe.

“Mom look who's here,” My mom shouted through the house.

“If it's that Mrs. Jones from down the street, tell her I don't give a rats ass if the dog shit in her garden again,” my nana shouted in reply.

I giggled as my mom quickly pulled me into the house and slammed the door behind me.

“Mom, shh, the whole neighborhood can hear you!” My mom shouted with embarrassment in her voice.

“I don't care a shit, that woman...