It's Thursday already.
I'm on my way to the mall with my Mom. She insisted that I need a dress for tonight. I was planning on wearing one of my old dresses but she wouldn't hear of it, so we're currently in the backseat, chatting quietly while Ryan drives us.
Mom is so excited. For once, she does most of the talking. She keeps rambling on and on about random things while I stare at her with a smile.
I've never seen her so blissfully carefree before. She was always guarded; always aloof, always so in control.
I'm almost convinced this is the first time she's genuinely in love.
In the mall, I grab mom's hand when she makes to walk into one of those expensive stores.
"What are you doing? What's wrong?" She asks, confused.
"Where are you going? We can't afford that."
"We can't..
