Nero
"Nero, honey, How are you doing?" My mom's voice sounded on the other line. We haven't spoken in a while.
"I'm doing great, Mom." I said in response. I opened the fridge to get myself a glass of milk. I remembered. I suppose to go the hospital for checkup. I need to get all those alcohol I'd been taking for weeks now out of my system.
"I'm glad to hear that. Your voice sounds good today."
"How is your book tour going?" Probably the reason why we haven't been talking. She was promoting her newly released book.
"It's going pretty well, Nero. Sold close to five hundred thousand copies."
"That's really nice to hear. Congratulations, I'm so proud of you, mom."
"Thank you." She said.
Ever since my failed wedding, my mom stopped asking me about anything related to love and women. Gu
