Jane.
My mom’s voice on the phone made me so happy. Even though we lived far apart, hearing her talk felt like getting a warm hug.
When I listened to her, all my worries went away. My mom always made me feel safe, and her voice reminded me that some things never change.
“Jane, what’s wrong?” June asked loudly. “I’ve been talking to you for ten minutes, and you’re just looking at your food. What’s going on?”
I looked up, surprised. “What did you say? Sorry, I wasn’t listening.”
June looked worried. “That’s what I mean. Your mind is somewhere else. Are you okay? Is something bothering you?”
“Sorry,” I replied, feeling bad for not listening to my best friend. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.”
“Are you thinking about Vishal?” she asked with a smile. “Maybe you should call him. You always g
