Jane’s Stance
I need to share my new achievement with my mom after a long time without talking. I feel guilty about it. I dial her number, and she answers on the third ring.
“Hello, Mom. How are you?” I ask. It’s been a while since I last heard her voice.
“I’m fine, my darling daughter. How are you doing over there?”
I know she’s worried about me and misses me a lot. She must be lonely because I’m her best friend. I imagine her with a lot of wrinkles by now, but I know that’s not accurate. She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met.
“I’m fine, Mom. How’s Dad?”
“Oh, your dad? He’s doing well. He’s always busy with pack affairs. There’s no time for me,” she responds. “I’m lonely here without my baby. Mother misses you a lot, my sugar pie.”
“I miss you too, Mom, and I have
