Molly swelled up in anger at her children's behaviour.
The oldest was already thirty-nine going on forty, but what was this behaviour they were exhibiting like that of children?
'I don't know how I birthed such ridiculousness! How could those three have come out from me?' She asked herself as she prided herself on being a very shrewd and intelligent person. At the same time, her eyes lingered on her nephew's wife, and even in her irritative state, Molly's eyes shone. Never in her seventy-plus years in life had she met such an astonishing beauty.
'It's unfortunate that her family background works against her... what a shame!' Molly thought but even with this, Molly did not say any of those words that lingered on the tip of her tongue at the bride.
Her three sons were still bickering in the background, drawing her attention.