“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.” -Mark Twain
"She's on her way" Mom says while knocking on the door of my office. She gives me a worried look that looks a bit like she wants to hug me and keep me locked up in the house.
I smile at her "Mom, I'm going to be okay. Trust me, I'm fine and I got everything under control. I'll call you after"
"Why do you have to push me away? I need to protect my baby"
"Because she's a client and she's not going to hurt me. I can protect myself remember?"
"No, you don't. You're young and vulnerable. You're not allowed to shift and you can't exert any force at all or you heart will..." This made larger worry lines on her forehead. She couldn't help herself as she strides tow
