Ask for Andrea (Ask for Andrea, #1)

by Noelle W. Ihli

I’d become her shadow. And I’d realized over the past month how little I actually knew about my mom while I was alive. I had always called her my “best friend.”

I loved her. There was no question about that. But I hardly knew anything about her as a person. The focus had always been on me:

In some ways, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time. The way I might have after a few years at college, or maybe after having a baby of my own.

I listened and watched and wished I could tell her that I was still here. That in some ways, despite the chasm that I’d fallen into, I felt closer to her now than I ever had.

I talked to her. About what foods I missed the most. About my favorite memories of her and my dad. Every once in a while, she talked back.