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When we got home my mom went straight to her bedroom and dragged out our favorite quilt. It’s one my mother’s grandmother made out of scraps of my mom’s old playdresses, like the one with the little cowgirl on it. I’ve always loved that quilt. It’s seen me through some rough times.
My mom invited me over to the couch and fluffed up a pillow for my head. “Lie down.”
I did. Then she propped up my feet on her lap and covered us both with the quilt and started rubbing my sad little feet. I draped my arm over my eyes. And waited for the whole world to go away.
My mother can be very patient when she has to. She just rubbed my feet for a while and waited. And finally I told her what was on my mind.
“How do you know who’s right for you?” I asked.
I could tell she wasn’t expecting that. An
