[Previously titled 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲]
❝No, Ace. I can't do it," I sob.
"I know you can take more than that, sunshine, come on," he encourages, pummeling into me in fervent motions. "One more for daddy, yeah?" He coaxes in a gruffly voice...
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O L I V I A
Today is a big day. After years in my childhood home, I'm ready to leave and start an independent life. Though my mom was reluctant at first, she eventually supported me. However, I'm nervous and scared to leave my comfort zone and face the unknown.
"Is it really necessary for you to move this far?" My mom, sitting on my bed, questions me, sadly watching me packing my last stuff.
"Mamá, please. We already had a discussion about this and we both agreed on this," I exasperatedly huff as I close my suitcase after stuffing my last clothes.
"I know we agreed on this. No estoy en desacuerdo. But don't get me wrong, cariño," she starts off in a vulnerable voice.
It's never a good sign.
"You're my daughter. Mi único hijo. My days won't be the same, and the house will be awfully empty without you. How am I going to take care of you if you live across town, huh? For who am I going to cook good food? Also, I won't be able to see you any more as I please," she finishes her speech using a mournful voice to convince me.
"Deja de dramatizar, mamá. It's not like I'm going to settle on the moon. You can always cook your delicious meals for me and we can always see each other. The journey only takes two hours...or maybe three. At worst, we can talk on the phone,"
"But it's not the same as seeing you!"
I sigh, kneading my temples with my fingers. My mom is not the type to give up on her idea very easily and so am I. So it's a real war when it comes to find a middle ground when we're not on the same wavelength. I walk over to her and sit down beside her, and she looks at me with sad doe eyes.
"Ma...I'm not the same three-years-old Olivia who couldn't do anything without her adorada y hermosa madre. I've grown up. I'm a responsible adult now and I can take care of myself just fine, okay? So don't worry too much, it's bad for your health,"
"Si, pero—" she tries to articulate but she's quickly halted by the doorbell's sound.
"Ah, finally...," I sigh with relief.
I grab my two suitcases and quickly head for the front door, where my best friend Jordan is likely waiting for me. Jordan and I met in elementary school. We're like sisters. She has always been there for me as I have been for her. As I swing open the door, Jordan strolls in with a playful twirl.
"Sorry for the delay, traffic was a nightmare," she declares dramatically and I lift an eyebrow.
"Oh, please. You just lost track of time again,"
"Maybe?" She says with a mischievous grin and I roll my eyes.
"Anyway, we've got a bit of a problem. Mom wants to put the subject back on the carpet," I explain as we head to the living room.
