"Mum please can't you just go there or send someone?" I pleaded with her.
"Why should I send anyone when I have a daughter? And I can't go because I am still cooking." She said sternly not looking up from the vegetables she was cutting.
"We are not exactly talking at the moment. It will be so awkward going there. Please." I begged again.
My mum decided to bake for all our friends in town for this year's Thanksgiving. And unfortunately for me, she wanted me to drop the what she baked for the Salvador's at their place. Going to their place made the probability of me seeing Damon very high, something I definitely did not want to happen. I was only just beginning to get over him.
We have not spoken since that day at my doorstep and although he has tried reaching out to me several times,
