Confusing

It is Saturday morning, when wake up too early is a sin for Nona Pop. When Nona Pop opened her eyes, mommy sitting down besider her bed stared at a nice photo.

Mom:

Who is he?

Nona Pop:

I called him, Mr. Nob.

Mom:

How old are you, Nona?

Nona Pop:

22 years old, Mom. Why?

Mom:

You’re still young. Never stop figured out.

Nona Pop:

But, mom..

Mom leaving Nona Pop who still don’t understand what mommy means.