The next day, I chucked my anger and spent the day with my mother. We wandered down the stretch of Hollywood that boasted locals in costume posing for pictures.
I took her to an aquarium and a nice restaurant down by the beach. Mom was getting older and it showed when she insisted on taking a rest after a few hours of shopping.
We were downing frozen yogurt, my favorite dessert, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was surprised to see Dad standing behind me.
“Hi,” I stood and wrapped my arms around him in a welcoming hug. “What are you doing here?”
Though his words had thrown me off my game last night, I’d quickly bounced back. In a way, I was glad that Bruce had brought me flowers.
I got to exercise my power by bringing him back to the relationship that I wanted. I was not the one b
