Sunny day.

Gazing at their daughter in bewilderment, Both of them could only but wonder where their young innocent daughter had gotten this unusual courage from.

Gazing at them as though she was scanning them, she spoke vehemently, her voice bearing true testament to the anger she had boiling up in her.

"Alex and I would be leaving this house for his apartment." Her voice is a bit hoarse.

The statement caused both parents to gaze askance at one another.

They knew that Alex Waynee was a loser and believed he could never amount to anything.

"Am sorry…did you say Alex Waynee's apartment?... How can someone who isn't working own an apartment?" Mr Roberts's voice was laced with a mixture of surprise and concern.

"How can someone whose trousers are supposed to be used as rags afford an apartment in this city?" Mrs Mary's voice breaks through from the dishwasher, as she neatly arranges the already washed dishes in the rack carefully.

"Mom! I really don't care…with the way you guys are treating him, eve