“Mom, I’m not ignoring you. You know it’s my busiest time of year. It’s not like I can get away whenever I want.” “But you can make time for your boyfriend?” “What? I’m not dating anyone.” “Is that the story you’re going with?” She crosses her arms in front of me. The face she’s giving me is eerily similar to mine when I’m questioning things. Is this what I’m going to look like when I’m her age? “Yes?” It comes out as more of a question. She tsks at me. “That’s not the story I’m hearing.”
