"This is my room" You tell her. Delia look left and right. She sees your uncleaned room there is some pile of clothes on floor, old pizza boxes, soda cans and some dust.
"Wow this really a boy's room. I must say" Delia turned her face to you.
"Oh I am so sorry. If I know you would be here then I would have clean all this mess" You say.
"(Your name) I am a mother of young messy boy and this does not bother me" Delia states and you feel relief.
"But do know what this means?" Asks Delia from you.
"What?" You ask and hope she does not suggest what you assume
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