Write a story about a mum that wants to meet her son's girlfriend
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Write a story about a mum that wants to meet her son's girlfriend
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Adam wakes to the whiz of the juicer. He groans, buries his head under the pillow, and clamps it against his ears. The "bzzzzz" sound cuts straight through the foam rubber and pierces Adam’s head. Adam slides out of bed.

He shuffles to the kitchen and is greeted by his mother. She hands him a glass of purple. Adam ponders the glass. Blueberry? He sips. Not blueberry. His mother leans protectively against the sink. He sits on a kitchen stool.

"Beetroot?" he asks.

"Yes! It's a glass full of goodness. Beetroot is another superfood."

"Did you drink any of this goodness, Mum?"

"No, but I would have if I'd had more beetroot."

"You can have half of mine," Adam offers.

Adam takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and drinks the purple.

She spoons fruit salad into two bowls. "Here, I'll have breakfast with you." She puts the bowls on the bench and sits next to him.

"Why is everything red?" Adam asks.

"It's a red fruit salad."

Adam swirls the salad around with his spoon and identifies strawberries, raspberries, grapes, watermelon, blood orange, and pink grapefruit.

"Are you still planning to go to the beach today?"

Adam nods.

"It's hardly beach weather, Adam. I don't understand why Jen can't come here. I could make a nice lunch for us all."

"Jen's already made a picnic lunch, and sand can be very comfortable. And it's autumn, Mum, not the middle of winter."

Adam swallows the last piece of fruit and tips the bowl of juice into his open mouth. He takes his bowl to the sink, rinses it, and returns to kiss his mother on the cheek. "Thanks for breakfast, Mum."

His mother grabs his arm. "You won't make it a long day, will you?"

"I'll be home by tea time."

"No, not a quick hello, bring her to tea! I'll try out a new recipe."
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Adam wakes to the whiz of the juicer. He groans, buries his head under the pillow, and clamps it against his ears. The "bzzzzz" sound cuts straight through the foam rubber and pierces Adam’s head. Adam slides out of bed.

He shuffles to the kitchen and is greeted by his mother. She hands him a glass of purple. Adam ponders the glass. Blueberry? He sips. Not blueberry. His mother leans protectively against the sink. He sits on a kitchen stool.

"Beetroot?" he asks.

"Yes! It's a glass full of goodness. Beetroot is another superfood."

"Did you drink any of this goodness, Mum?"

"No, but I would have if I'd had more beetroot."

"You can have half of mine," Adam offers.

Adam takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and drinks the purple.

She spoons fruit salad into two bowls. "Here, I'll have breakfast with you." She puts the bowls on the bench and sits next to him.

"Why is everything red?" Adam asks.

"It's a red fruit salad."

Adam swirls the salad around with his spoon and identifies strawberries, raspberries, grapes, watermelon, blood orange, and pink grapefruit.

"Are you still planning to go to the beach today?"

Adam nods.

"It's hardly beach weather, Adam. I don't understand why Jen can't come here. I could make a nice lunch for us all."

"Jen's already made a picnic lunch, and sand can be very comfortable. And it's autumn, Mum, not the middle of winter."

Adam swallows the last piece of fruit and tips the bowl of juice into his open mouth. He takes his bowl to the sink, rinses it, and returns to kiss his mother on the cheek. "Thanks for breakfast, Mum."

His mother grabs his arm. "You won't make it a long day, will you?"

"I'll be home by tea time."

"No, not a quick hello, bring her to tea! I'll try out a new recipe."</s>
