“Mom, Daddy,” I say as I walk into the living room.
They both look up at me with smiles.
It occurs to me that the two of them smiling as I walk into the room is something only about a year old. It’s so strange to think about how they like talking to me now, how I make them happy rather than sad. I like that, but I feel kind of sad.
Actually, I feel really sad.
“It looks like I am going to have my AA in three or six months earlier,” I say as I sit down.
“Congratulations!” Mom says.
Daddy says, “I am proud of you.”
I say, “I did not realize I was taking so many classes after my first semester. I just… well, I guess I did more than I needed to and so I would be ready to transfer to a university in about six months instead of a year from now.”
Mom says, “That is wonderful news, Baby!
