...e just pulled up next to. Classic
suburban house. Well, classic suburban Texas house. I liked it
though.She nodded. "Yes, it
is." The car stopped. "Can I talk to you one more time
before I'm no longer adressed as 'mom'?"I rolled my eyes. "Mom,
I can never address you as 'Janis'." Even saying the name just
felt funny. I remember in the first grade whenever Mrs. Fickle asked
me what the lady picking me up's name was I said "mommy".
Hey, I was in the first grade. I didn't know any better."I know," My
mother laughed, nervously. "You understand that this could
change your life forever, right?" She looked me square in the
eye. That wasn't normal because I was usually distracted, biting my
nails, fiddling my thumbs or looking out a window. We would just
talk. That right there proved this was a special event. "But
whatever happens is God's decision. I won't be upset no matter what
happens, I promise. If I break that promise, please tell me."I nodded my head. "Okay."
My voice was small."Do you want me to
go?" Mom placed her manicured hand over mine. "Because I
will if you want me to. This is a big day. If you don't want your mom
standing by you for it and embarrasing you, I won't. But if you want
a helping hand of support and love, I will. You can do whatever you
want. Don't-""Mom!" I
stopped her before she could go on any further. "Uh... No
thanks. I'll go." My hands nervously shook as I unbuckled...