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“What do you mean?” I ask, sitting back.
“There’s something else on your mind that you want to discuss but don’t know where to begin.”
“No, it’s not that,” I lie. Mom means well, but she doesn’t need my relationship drama.
“Sara.”
“Mom, I’m not a kid. Please don’t use that voice with me.”
“I will, especially when you’re hiding something that’s obviously bothering you. I can see sadness in your eyes.”
I grit my teeth. I hate that she sees right through everything. I know I can’t hide it all forever.
“It’s just a guy. Nothing too deep.”
The expression on Mom’s face changes to that of surprise. Her eyes widen, and a grin forms.
“Aboyhuh.”
“Yes. I’m not a kid anymore, so don’t make a big deal out of it. And it’s a man, not a boy.”
“I’m not the one who is trying to hide their boyfriend here, you know.”
I grimace, but she’s right, in a sense. Mom’s being supportive, and the least I can do is at least try to tell her what transpired. I take a deep breath, figuring out where to begin.
“Well, we went on a couple of dates. The guy’s really nice, and I thought that we were meant to be. He’s just been busy and disappeared for a bit.”
“I see.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine. I just thought that I could get over him if things went south. I told him about my dreams.”
“Did he laugh?”
“Nope, unlike the last guy (or you, I think but don’t add), he didn’t. He actually stayed and listened, which is admirable. I was really happy when he did that.”
Mom nods with understanding. She and Dad were married for decades. They only had me late because they wanted to wait until they felt that they were ready.
“Thanks, Mom. I just miss him, and he’s the first person who’s made me feel this way.”
“That’s good,” she encourages.
I look up at her, confused by her words. “It is?”
“Yes. It means that he matters. If it’s real, it’s probably love too.”
I snort, shaking my head.
“I don’t know if it’s love.”
“He makes you happy though, doesn’t he?”
“I mean, yeah, but—”
“Then you need to hold onto that right there,” Mom replies, gesturing to my heart. “Men who are able to stake a claim there are special. They mean the world, and you should cherish that. You need to go find that man!”
I nod, understanding Mom’s words. She may not always have the best intentions and tact, but she does have plenty of experience in the world of love.
“Thanks, Mom. I mean, I’ll try.”
