Calling Me Home

by Julie Kibler

“Sure. But there’s more. Whenever he takes you to the movies, does he thank the ticket takers? When you’re riding in his car, does he hog the road? Even after two weeks, or two months, is he respectful to his fellow man, no matter that person’s position in relationship to him? In other words, does he still tip the waiter?” “That’s good, Miss Isabelle. That’s really good.” She was right.

Anyone who thinks a seventeen-year-old is mature enough to always know the difference between a smart choice and a dumbass decision hasn’t been a mother to a seventeen-year-old.

But understand this: When you fall in love, every kind of reason flies out the newly opened window of your brain.