Tight

Part 1

I walk the short distance from the bathroom to my bedroom and bend down to search through my shoes. It literary just takes two steps. The spaces in this house is so congested. I miss my home in Texas already. There we have such a big house. We have attached bathrooms with all the bedrooms but I always took bath in the nearby river. There is always something called fate. It is true that the male parent is a pillar of every household.

"How not knowing anything about him is good?" I ask my mother.

"When I first started dating......" my mother starts.

"Mom, please stop. I don't want to hear about it."

"Laadan, sometimes you need to hear your mother out."

"Mrs Laasya, I'm a legal adult."

"My little girl grew up."

"Now will you please help me find the perfect shoes?"

"I think you should wear sneakers."

"You ask me to wear sneakers with a skirt."

"The guy will find you interesting."

Growing up, my mother does give great advice. I always listened to her in my early teenage years. But during my childhood I was my father's girl. If I knew any God back then, it was my father. There are more photos of me as an infant in my father's arms than with my mother. My mother says there were so many times I started to cry in my sleep and she could never calm me down but my father could. So his death is like a shock for me.

And it seems most knowledge comes from life experiences. My mother was only ever with my father. I know their marriage is a satisfying experience for both of them. I am not sure my mother has much experience with guys. I respect her, so I have to leave it at that. My mother seems so knowledgeable at times. It may be a result of reading all those books. Maybe I have to borrow one or two from her collection so that I can lecture her.

She lies back on my bed and clasps her hands behind her head. When my mother does something like this, I somehow doubt our age difference. I do the same thing when I ponder about something. My mother and I grow close in the past six months than any other time of our lives. We try to make the pillar stand upright for my younger brother's sake. I think we succeed. After all, we moved every single of our belongings from Texas to Michigan.