Mia
The boot of Brad’s car is full of bags—from candles to ornaments, clothes, and perfume. Everything I touched, I ended up getting, including the nutcracker I picked up. But it wasn’t me who bought it. Brad did.
“A gift,” he had said, and honestly, I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. Even when I walked into the hospital to see my mom, that smile was still there.
When she sees me, her eyes light up with joy. Her arms widen for a hug, and I don’t hesitate.
“Hi, Mama.”
“Oh, baby, I’ve missed you.”
She pushes me away slightly so she can get a good look at me.
“How have you been? Are you eating? You look a little slimmer than before.”
I laugh, because no matter how much I eat, Ma will always say I look skinnier than before.
“I’m eating, Ma. I always eat.”
She smiles. “That’s my g
