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"Mom. I'm home," I say as soon as I get in the door. I drop my backpack on the floor and walk into the kitchen. I grab a yellow, banana with a few brown spots.


"Down here!" She yells from the open basement door. I walk over and down the steps, peeling my spotted banana. She's on a treadmill that I didn't know we had.


"When did we get that?"


"Today." She answers still running. She's sweating and out of breath.


"Can I talk to you?" I ask nervously.


"Sure! You can talk to me about anything." She stops running and puts a towel on her neck. "What's up?"


"Um..." I have no idea how to begin. "When did you start dating?"


"When did I start dating?" She asks herself. "Lets see. Probably about you age, 14."


"Almost 15," I say. My birthday is in about 2 weeks. I forgot about it until now, with all the stuff that has been happening. "So, does that mean I can start dating?" I add.


She pauses to think. "I suppose. But, you have to be responsible about it. You know what I mean?"


I nod. I definitely know what she means. "So," I drag out the so. It's more like, sssooo. "If I told you, for example, I have a date tonight with a guy, would you be okay with it?" I rub my hands together anxiously.


"Rose!" she yells.


"Mom!" I yell back.


"Oh honey!" She comes over and gives me a very sweaty hug. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? You should of just come out and said it!" Only then do I realize she's crying. That makes me want to burst into tears, too. If someone I love cries, I feel like I should be crying, also.


"I was afraid of how you would react," I say. "Also, I only got asked today. We've been dating for about a week." Man, time flies. It feels like only yesterday Braydon was asking for a marker.


"Who is this lucky man?" Oh, right!


"Braydon Delong." When she gives me a weird look, I add, "Remember? The guy that came over to work on that project?"


"Oh! Him."


"Yeah, 'him.'" I air quote 'him.'


"Where are you guys going?" She asks raising an eyebrow.


"The Olive Garden," I answer.


"Ah. Fancy." She grabs her towel and shimmies.


I cover my eyes. "Oh GOD STOP! I'm going to do homework, now."


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