~Christa~
No matter how hard I try, I can’t focus on game night and finally excuse myself to go to bed. I feel terrible for having spoiled the evening and don’t want my somber mood to bring everyone down any further.
Sitting on my bed, looking through the photos again, I hear a soft knock on my door.
Mom
“Can I come in, sweetheart?”
Christa “Of course, mom.”
I look to see her peeking around the corner of my door. She walks in with a cup of coffee in hand, and I could kiss her. I might be my dad’s daughter in a lot of aspects, but there is nobody else like my mom when it feels like I’m in the middle of a storm and she walks in with a mug of coffee and her wise words.
Mom “Now, I know I’m not supposed to know what all this is about, but I do worry about you. And hear me out.”
She put
