[Calling....Mom]
"Hello?"
"Mom."
"Ah! My baby! How are you? Have you been eating?"
"yes, mom."
"How's Jake?"
"Mom, I told you we broke up."
"That's right, aren't you dating someone?"
"uh, Mom I have a favor to ask of you."
"Yes, honey?"
I don't want to say it. A child asking their parent for money. I can't. This isn't fair for my mother.
"honey, are you there?"
"oh, sorry mom I was doing something at the moment," I said.
"Honey, are you in trouble?"
"no, I'm actually moving."
"ah! where?"
"I'm living in a better apartment. It has a nice view. It has more space."
"Really! I'm so happy for you."
"Thanks, mom."
"Honey, I'm very proud of you."
She caught me off guard.
"what?"
"I want to say that. I hardly ever see you. I know you don't hardly call because of your work. I miss you everyday. I want to let you know I love you and I'm proud of you to becoming a independent woman."
I put the phone away from me. I cover my mouth. I burst into tears.
"honey?"
I'm scare to tell her. I'm about to tell her everything.
I'm not strong.
I lost everything.
I'm getting kick out.
I lost my best friend.
I'm terrible daughter for not calling her everyday because I'm trying to figure out my life first.
"Mom," I croak.
"Honey, are you okay?"
"I love you mom and I miss you too. I'm sorry, I don't call you or visit you. It's been hard."
"I know, sweetie. I know, don't cry. I love you. I'm always here."
"Okay, mom. I love you."
"I love you too sweetie."
I wipe my tears.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"What for?"
"being a terrible daughter."
"No, you not sweetie. I know you've been thinking of me. You know how?"
"how?"
"I see you in my dreams."
"Mom," I said laughing a little.
"honey, whatever it's going on in your life. I'm here. I will always be here for you."
"Mom, you don't mind staying on the phone with me little longer."
"not at all."
My mother and I talk for hours until nightfall.
I was lying in bed listening to mother ramble about the neighborhood kid that she sometimes babysit. She talks about high school friend she saw and they have kids. She even talk about dad.
I was falling asleep.
"Honey, are getting tired?"
"no," I yawn.
"I hear you yawning, young lady."
"I don't want to let you go mom."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"are you sure?"
"I'm your mother."
"bye mom."
"bye, honey."
[Call end]
In the end, I couldn't do it.
I'm okay with that.
Hearing those words form my mother, I feel like I can stand up on my two feet.
Thank you, Mom.
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