Sarah?

Is that you?

As I pocketed my keys,

I looked up at my mom.

Pain etched across her face

as her eyes filled with tears.

Oh, Sarah!

I'm so sorry.

I was soon gathered inside the warmth

of my mom's embrace.

I love you, baby.

I should have been there for you.

I just didn't know

what to think. I--

She pulled back from me and clutched onto my shoulders.

I just want you to be happy, baby girl.

And you know, you can still have kids too,

I Googled it.

I can still have my grandbabies.

A moment of silence passed between us

as I stood there savoring my mom's comfort.

Before too much time passed though,

she fixed a heated glare on me

and pinched my arm.

Ow! Mom! What--

Don't you dare think you're off the hook.

Packing up your bags and leaving us like that?

Uh uh,

this is not a white home, mija,

that shit does not fly with us,

you hear me?

You are on proper punishment, young lady.

Don't even think about leaving your room.

I tried to hide the small smile that grazed my lips,

before kissing my mom's cheek.

I know, mom.

I love you.

With that, I climbed the stairs to my vacant room.

~Sarah