“Honey?” My mom’s voice breaks me from my thoughts. I look up, finding her holding a piping hot mug of tea. I must’ve been spacing out longer than I thought. I move to get another spoonful of cereal, but it has become soggy in the meantime. Pushing the bowl away from me, I try to soften my features as I focus on my mom. “Sorry, I don’t know where my head was at.” I know exactly where my head was. I just don’t want to admit that to her. My mom gestures to the front door. “Sit on the porch with me?” I nod.
