Kamaria
My mom and I went to a diner in a nearby town for lunch. She asked me about work and pestered me about my life choices like any parent does. Just like my dad she comes to visit me in London at least once a year. It hasn’t been that long since I have last seen her, but it has been six years since I have been back to Howling Moon. She definitely doesn’t mind telling me how heartbroken this makes her.
“No one even cares that I’m gone except you and Baba." I say as I sip on my strawberry banana milkshake. Our plates were cleared about ten minutes ago and we have just been sitting here letting our food settle. "I don’t have any ties here.” She gives me a sad look as she knows what I am saying is true. I played the Baba card so I know that, at least for now, she’ll drop it.
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