Two faced.

"Hey baby. How is your health and how do you feel right now?" Mrs Jamarreon, my mother, asked me as soon as she entered the ward where I was admitted.

"I'm very good. Mom. And I apologize for worrying you; I simply passed out." I replied while smiling and caressing my mother's hands, because my mother appeared concerned and on the verge of crying.

"What do you mean you just passed out? Please don't spill nonsense. And don't use the word 'Just' again if you're passing out." Mrs. Jamarreon said this while biting her lower lip.

"Okay, Mom. I'm not going to use that word again, so please smile." I said this while attempting to calm down my mother.

"How are you doing, dear? And how did you pass out?" Mr. Jamarreon, also known as my dad, inquired.

He was standing beside his wife, and his question made his presence known.

"Oh my God. I didn't realize you were the one standing next to Mom. Dad, how's your flight, and how's the company?" I asked my father.

"Hahaha. I know you have no idea that