A/n: Jenna is not famous in this one. Another AU version. Enjoy!
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Case Name: Put Me In My Place
I'm just your ordinary person. I go to work, come home and repeat. I don't have many friends so I don't go out a lot. But the ones I do have, I have either met online or at work. And we just use texting to communicate. I guess you could say I'm a bit of an introvert, I don't like going out. Which also means I don't meet a lot of people when it comes to dating. I haven't had a relationship in over three years because I just haven't felt that...connection. My ex, the big one, sort of took all of that with her when we broke up all those years ago.
In a way, it's exhausting having to start from scratch. But it is lonely.
There have been times where I hope and pray to meet someone. That she'll walk right up to me and hand me her number. But that's just wishing, isn't it? You can wish all you want but you need to take action to make that wish come true. Right?
"Table for two."
Today I have a day off and my mom wanted to take me out for lunch. See, my mom and I have a pretty close bond. So whenever she's in town she always calls me up for lunch or dinner, depending on the time of day she's here. She lives a few states away from me since she travels a lot for what she does. So it's refreshing to get her random visits.
"How's work?" She asks.
We're now sitting at a table in the corner. It's a cute little restaurant that I chose.
"It's good. They've got me training to be a bud picker right now."
"So you get to touch the marijuana?"
Oh I never told you, I work at a dispensary. It's one of the jobs I've been looking into since Marijuana first became legal. It's honestly fascinating just seeing how it's taken from leaf form to nugget form.
"I do." I say with a smile. "We use these cool looking tools. I'd have to show you a picture later. But they are made specifically for marijuana picking."
My mom smiles, genuinely, and grabs her glass of water. She's always been proud of me. My number one supporter. She's the reason I even started bud tending in the first place. Truth is she's been in bad health since I can remember. Even though she works herself to the bone, she suffers with bad knees that need to be replaced; both of them. She had thyroid cancer but had the issue resolved when I was still a teen. But now she has to take meds or it could hurt her.
But here recently she's been diagnosed with lung cancer on top of it all. Of course she caught it in time and has been taking the precautions to keep it from spreading. But smoking weed helps her pain in more ways than one. She normally uses CBD oil when she's working. But at home she'll pack a bowl and enjoy her time off.
For as long as I can remember, my mom has always smoked weed. So the herb was never meant to be a bad thing, no matter how many people say that it is. People like them just don't know the true properties that the flower can provide and it's saddening really. Marijuana helps people and I get to help pack it so people can enjoy life without pain. It's a win-win.
"How is everything?" I ask.
"More or less the same. I have my monthly check up in a few days which is why I'm here."
"That explains the anxiety I feel from you."
My mom scoffs. "You feed into vibes too much."
"It helps me judge character." I defend with a smile.
