A shriek rang out from the living room.
"Leonardo Alvarez! What are you wearing!?"
A small girl hurriedly stumbled out of the living room, a large pile of toys in her arms. At the same moment, an older woman sighed, got up from the comfortable rocking chair in her room, and began to walk toward the noise.
As she walked in, another shriek came,
"Mamá! See! Look at the state in which my son is in! I have brought him up with so much love, so much care, and see what happens to him! This is how his friends have influenced him, Mamá!" a middle-aged woman standing in the middle of the room, her cheeks flushed, screamed.
"Emilia. Peace," the old lady replied with an exasperated look,"he is only a boy. Do not act as if the world is about to end, my dear."
Emilia blushed and shut her mouth, but continued to glare at the teenage boy standing in one corner of the room, looking indignant.
"Abuela, I am not going to wear the clothes Mamá set out for me! I am simply going to the movies and she gives me a shirt, not a t-shirt, a shirt, and black pants and a tie! A tie for going to the movies! I ask you!" he said, his deep brown eyes shining with anger.
"Leo, I agree that a tie is not suitable for going to the movies, but perhaps what you are wearing right now is a bit too, ahem, noticeable, maybe?" the old woman asked, looking at what her grandson was wearing and barely stifling a smile.
Leo crossed his arms and stepped out to the middle of the living room.
"What's wrong with my clothes, Abuela?"
The old lady surveyed his attire with amusement. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a bright red message printed in block letters:WANNA FIGHT? BRING IT ON!! with a white skull in the middle, dripping blood. He was wearing regular dark-blue jeans with bright neon green sneakers and on top of that he was wearing a camouflage jacket with what looked like splodges of different shades of green splashed on it.
"It's the fashion, Abuela! It's called being zazzy!"
"Leonardo Alvarez! What are you wearing!?"
A small girl hurriedly stumbled out of the living room, a large pile of toys in her arms. At the same moment, an older woman sighed, got up from the comfortable rocking chair in her room, and began to walk toward the noise.
As she walked in, another shriek came,
"Mamá! See! Look at the state in which my son is in! I have brought him up with so much love, so much care, and see what happens to him! This is how his friends have influenced him, Mamá!" a middle-aged woman standing in the middle of the room, her cheeks flushed, screamed.
"Emilia. Peace," the old lady replied with an exasperated look,"he is only a boy. Do not act as if the world is about to end, my dear."
Emilia blushed and shut her mouth, but continued to glare at the teenage boy standing in one corner of the room, looking indignant.
"Abuela, I am not going to wear the clothes Mamá set out for me! I am simply going to the movies and she gives me a shirt, not a t-shirt, a shirt, and black pants and a tie! A tie for going to the movies! I ask you!" he said, his deep brown eyes shining with anger.
"Leo, I agree that a tie is not suitable for going to the movies, but perhaps what you are wearing right now is a bit too, ahem, noticeable, maybe?" the old woman asked, looking at what her grandson was wearing and barely stifling a smile.
Leo crossed his arms and stepped out to the middle of the living room.
"What's wrong with my clothes, Abuela?"
The old lady surveyed his attire with amusement. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a bright red message printed in block letters:WANNA FIGHT? BRING IT ON!! with a white skull in the middle, dripping blood. He was wearing regular dark-blue jeans with bright neon green sneakers and on top of that he was wearing a camouflage jacket with what looked like splodges of different shades of green splashed on it.
"It's the fashion, Abuela! It's called being zazzy!"
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