Can you promise me that?” she asked seriously, holding his shoulders tightly as if she was afraid that he was about to pull away again.
Dylan smiled brightly as he leaned forward slightly and gave her a brief hug. “Of course, Mom. I wouldn’t ever ask you not to support me.”
She looked up into his eyes and smiled warmly. “Good boy,” she whispered as she hugged him again tightly.
“But I’m serious. I need to talk to you about something really special, Mom,” he said quietly as his smile faded slowly.
“Well, what is it? I hope that you aren’t mad with me… I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?” she wondered worriedly.
“No, Mom… Don’t worry. Nothing has happened… it’s just… Well, let’s just say that I am not really comfortable at school these days,” he replied hesitantly, still avoiding her pie
