The frame of the wedding photo was big and heavy, and it tilted when she slightly pulled it. Soon, it fell down and broke into pieces.
I took great pains to put it up yesterday, and it hadn't even been 24 hours yet.
I tried hard to suppress the anger in my heart and called Matthew, "Matthew, your mother misses you so much, come back and give her a hug of love."
He must have been in a meeting over there, and his voice was very low. "What? What happened to my mother?"
"I said..."
Taking a deep breath, I yelled on the phone, "Your mother broke into our house, lying on our wedding bed in her pajamas, and she kept sniffing your bath towel! She also smashed our wedding photos, like an old pervert!"
People on both ends of the phone suddenly became quiet.
Matthew managed to shorten his business trip and explained to me, "Sherry, I had to go on a business trip for about a week, and I asked mom to take care of you. I only recorded her fingerprints for your sake."
Okay, it turned out to be my fault again.
"If you don't believe me, I'll delete her fingerprints right away," he said.