“Hi, mamma,” I greeted over the phone. “I'm sorry I can't visit you, I have a cold.”
I was wrapped up in a blanket on the bed, some time on this Monday afternoon. I felt so sick, luckily I was suspended so I don't have to call in anyways.
“It's okay, sweetheart, it's good so I won't get sick,” my mom said.
“I guess I'll be able to see you in a week then,” I said.
“How have you been?” My mom asked.
“Things have been going good,” I said.
“Yeah? What kind of things?” My mom asked, hearing the tone in my voice I hoped she wouldn't notice.
“Well, I, um, I have a boyfriend,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks warm.
My mother gasped on the other end of the line. “I need to meet him.”
“I mean, we haven’t even been dating for long, it’s literally only been three days since he’s asked me o
