“And I’ll be so proud of you.” “Then why are you sad?” “Because you’re my baby.” She sighed heavily. “And it’s hard to watch you fly from the nest.” “I’m not jumping from any nest,” I shot back. “I’d die on my own.” “Johnny,” Mam admonished in a sad tone. “I’m being serious.” “So am I.” Wrapping my arm around her, I gave her shoulder a squeeze. “I’m being deadly serious. I wouldn’t make it a week without you.” She smiled. “You think?” I nodded. “I know.”
