Going to mom

Current Class: Housewife [Lvl 2]

Heading towards your mother, you feel oddly at ease. Yes, she does not know of you taking on the beginnings of Arabic as a side activity of sorts. What she didn't know wouldn't kill her... hopefully."I'm here, mom!" you announced, your voice taking on a decent attempt at feminine, motherly tone. Nothing on that of your actual mother, it could be easily looked past here.

"Could you help me put away the groceries?" your mother announced and held up a shopping bag. No doubt filled with food for the week, a tiny part of you wanted to blow her off. You're not completely certain why, though.