Jazeera rolled her eyes at the ceiling when he revealed that he was hiding a few more coins, adding them at the small hoard on the table.
-I knew it...- she muttered.
It was always the same old story.
When the teen tried to protest against his upcoming punishment, his mother simply gave him one glance, full of reproach and disappointment.
It wasn't just a look, it was "The Look".
The one that all mothers around the world know how to do when their children have crossed the line and when there is no turning back.
She raised a hand, pointing out at the back door with her index finger.
-Don't you "please" me now, young man. You should have thought about this before goofing around like always...and no Puppy Eyes.- she told him, her voice cold as ice -You better obey me and do it quickly.- she concluded.
Apparently she wasn't buying his attempt of walking out of chastisement, not this time.
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