~Valeria~
One more lecture about "making smart choices with your family and for your future" would officially push me over the edge.
Apparently, my mom wouldn’t stop going on about how I had been running my own life lately.
"I'm just worried about you, sweetheart," she said for the fifth time in ten minutes. "You've been acting like someone who has imaginary friends, you know and this thing with Michael..."
“Do we need to get you into therapy?”
"What thing with Michael?" I asked, even though I already knew where this was going.
"You know what thing. You see him every single day and you are always checking your phone for his text. Are you obsessed with him?”
My brows furrowed, taken aback by her outrageous curiosity. "What?! No, mom!”
“And why do you seem to have a problem with
