Chapter 2

Mom opened the rear compartment, pulled out those big and small baggages like a stone mover. I watched it, seem to understand something, something bad for me.
"You didn't tell me we have to stay here... " I began.
"How many days?" I asked, directly. I knew mom would do this, whenever I put a boresome and ugly face to her annoying trip invite, she might understand all of that instantly, and use her naive means to traps me as usual.
"Well, one or two months." She finally repeated, showing her tension face like I was the aloof Queen.
"...A month? 30 days! Is 30 days!" I called out as crazy as my mom done her ugly hair by herself.
"Relax! Is February, only 29 days." She said.
"How could I sleep on my dear cashmere bed and shower with my favorite...