The ride back home was a bit awkward. It was just me, mom and the cab driver that kept rambling on about how expensive it was to live in New York .
What was I thinking? I felt so guilty for always seeing mom as the bad person in every situation, but I couldn't help it after what happened during her last encounter with Evan.
But today, seeing her through Antonio’s kindness, I felt something shift. She wasn’t perfect—far from it. But everything she did, every bad decision and every hard choice, had been for me.
I turned to look at her and noticed her talking and smiling to herself. Her eyes looked more sunken and the wrinkles on her face started forming as a result of trying to juggle two jobs, not to mention the fact that she had insomnia which gave her barely any time to rest without he
