"Oh, right, give me half an hour." Molly said.

In the early morning, Chad told his parents in the yard, "I washed the car yesterday to pick up Molly from school. But we're going back to the countryside today, so all the dust will just make it dirty again. Seems like washing it was a wasted effort." Coleen suggested, "Let Molly wash it when you get back."

"Nah, you know Molly. My car's white. If I let her wash it, it might end up with some other color." Chad said.

Coleen remembered a story from Molly's childhood. Once, Mr. Kendrick had driven home in the company car which was all dirty from his field visits. Molly decided to help him wash it and halfway through, she started doodling on it with watercolor pens. She even ended up sprawled on the hood, drawing away.

The company folks who came to pick up the car were greeted by a rainbow of colors and squiggly "Dad, Mom, Family" scribbled all over it. They couldn't help but laugh.

Thankfully, the doodles were easy to clean, otherwise, the company car would've been turned into Molly's canvas.

Molly, now dressed, appeared and asked, "What are you guys praising me for?"

Coleen laughed, "We're just talking about some funny stuff you did as a kid."

She pointed at Chad's car, "Go with Chad, and don't just fall asleep. Chad's gonna get tired from the long drive, so keep him company."

"Got it." Molly replied, tossing her bag onto the back seat and hopping into the passenger seat.

After the kids left, Mr. Kendrick told Coleen, "We'll go to the hospital in the morning and then to the park in the afternoon."

Mr. Kendrick

chatted with Chad for half an hour while munching on a fruit platter. When she got tired, she

already exited the highway. She had completed her mission of keeping Chad

car on the side of the road for a smoke break to shake off the sleepiness. Molly stretched lazily after getting out of the car. She was

in a white hoodie and sky-blue jeans. She squatted by the roadside, basking in the warmth of

break, they hit the road again. By noon, they finally made it to the countryside. Grandma Aubree had already packed

announced loudly

picked for you from the mountain." Grandma Aubree

would barge in looking for food. Grandpa Elmer chased the dogs away with a stick and closed the door. They hadn't forgotten Molly's dog allergy. "How come you

the mountain, so Grandpa Elmer and I picked a big bag. They were originally for Mr. Kendrick since he has high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and high blood sugar." Grandma Aubree brought out two bags, "The yellow one is for Mia. She needs some sugar. If pregnant women don't eat well, they can get hypoglycemia, so I coated these hawthorns with sugar. The white one is for your dad. Let him make tea with them. It'll help." After a pause, Grandma Aubree added, "I didn't prepare a lot for Mia.

lunch in the countryside, Juliana called Grandpa Elmer and Grandma Aubree. At the time, Molly and Chad were right there. She was still trying to use her parents to help her son Dave

started coughing angrily, "You could spend all this time you're wasting on us

job. We're living off our savings now. If you can't

Elmer said, "I can help you, but you don't listen to my advice. The security guard job I found for your husband, he quit after two days, complaining it was too tiring, humiliating, and the salary was too low. I suggested Dave learn a skill, but you were against it because of the low pay and poor conditions. Juliana, people should live within their means. They're only capable

up the phone. He told Grandma Aubree,

poor hearing. Molly and Chad heard everything Juliana said. "Dave still hasn't found a job yet?" Chad

Elmer slapped the table in anger, "He never even tried to look for a job. Dave's dad is hopeless. I went out of my way to find him a laid-back security guard job that would've paid the bills, but he thought it

on the side, but Grandma Aubree piped up, "Molly, if Juliana calls you, just tell her you're still a student. You're young and

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