Angela smiled at Sarah, she always preferred her home cooked meals rather than ordering any take away from outside. James was the same way, but usually during the weekends he asked her not to bother too much since he was hanging out with his friends. She always had to keep an eye out who he was hanging out with, usually it was his old lot ... pals since elementary, boys she's seen grow up right in front of her very eyes. But there were times when he brought company that wasn't his type, and she has been stern enough in the past to let him know the difference between good friends and bad friends. He knew she was his well wisher, why would she ever offer him bad advice? But at times that was not the issue.<br/><br/>She sighs, wiping the sweat off her forehead: No, the issue was playing the role of a full time mum to kids she adored dearly but were not really hers. She knew James looked up to her for advice about right and wrong and always let her have the last say. Sarah was growing up to be a beautiful woman, and there were times they have had their occasional chats as well. She was careful never to smother them. But then again, she has tried hard to play the part of another sister, rather than a mother.<br/><br/>Angela walks to the freezer and fetches some frozen, hand-cooked bologne putting it in the microwave to make them sandwiches. She has longed for companionship, of course there have been guys in her life she fancied who liked her back, but there were always underlying issues. The last time she had a gentleman escort her to the doorstep was an year back, she can barely remember the one who escorted her to her living room and finally ended up in their bed. It was evident that she cannot properly savvy a relationship until her duties with this household were finalized. Maybe in a couple years or so she'll meet a man ...<br/><br/>Angela drifts off to the never-never land place in her mind, only to be brought back by the sound of the microwave. Bologne was ready.