“Please don’t mum,” I begged, knowing that many of my friends regularly loitered on the memorial.
Mum drove the car at a slow crawl towards the memorial, she turned to me with her serious face on. “Are you looking forward to showing Granny your new dress?” she asked.
“No,” I replied mournfully. “You know I’m not.”
She pressed the accelerator just a little. “The memorial it is then,” she said before giving me one last chance
I gulped before replying. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
I hung my head in shame before parroting, “Yes… I’m looking forward to showing granny my dress.”