I leave the house at midday.
I'm meeting my mom for lunch. I felt a little bit homesick, so I wanted a familiar face to talk to.
Plus, I haven't seen her in a while so I terribly miss her.
I drive to the small restaurant where we always went to have margaritas and have a good laugh. I sit at the balcony because there's plenty of fresh air there, and the view is a little less nauseating.
I'm taking water in small sips when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, and I feel warm all over when I find my Mom smiling down at me.
Even after all these years, I still feel like a kid every time I'm around my mother.
"Mom." I whisper as I stand up to hug her.
"Hey, baby? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm great."
She pulls back to look at my face.
"You are thinner."
"No, I'm not."
"You
