|Tamara|
“I’m just kidding, sweetie” Mom tells me, taking back what she last said.
“It’s not a good joke, Mom” I reminded her. She raised both of her hands admitting she was wrong for throwing that kind of joke.
“Okay, okay. I’m just curious about you, you know. I just want to catch up with everything that is going on with my daughter. I feel like I’m years delayed with you” I pursed my lips, feeling her frustration not knowing a thing or two about me. It’s true that I haven’t been transparent with her, either was Dad to her. Dad and I have the same reason actually why we chose not to. We just keep trying it to be cool.
“What do you want us talk about then?” I obliged. Of course, I would try my best not to spill anything that could trigger the stress out from her.
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