Was there a possibility my plans could change? Sure, there was, but a part of me felt like I needed to stick to the plan that my parents and I had for my future. It was the only real thing that I had left of them, and even though they were gone, I wanted them to be proud of me.
As the water drained from the sink, I wiped it out, before removing the rubber gloves she had given me to protect my hand that I had cut, while I said to her, “Thank you again for dinner. I really enjoyed our conversation and spending time with you. I can see why my mother enjoyed coming over here.”
“Will you promise to come back?” She asks me as she reaches towards me, placing her hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t know. Are your family dinners always crazy, like tonight?” I asked her jokingly, letting out a chuc
