Back from vacation,
my mom shows me the photos from her phone.
we started chit chatting,
one thing lead to another, and she asked about leg.
I told her the problem,
my eyes swelled with burning agony.
my mom could tell I was going to cry.
she put her hand on my knee as I continued to speak.
finally,
I cried, hard tears telling her how I felt for the first time.
(venting I guess?? :,D)
she pulled me into a hug, rubbing my backside.
I cried even more.
words flew from my mouth,
I told her every expression I felt with this situation.
then the sentences stopped,
I finished speaking,
and wiped the tears.
"well, I'm going to get something to eat. You should call J back."
I said, headed to the door.
"okay." she picked up her phone.
I grasped onto the handle of the doorknob.
"im here if you need anything, k?"
she said, looking at her phone.
but not distracted,
comforting.
"okay, thanks. love you." I smiled.
"see you in the morning." she responded.
I closed the door,
grinning.
sniffling but walking down the stares my stupid smile wouldn't wipe off my face.
she was being a mom.
a good mom.
a comforting one.
and it felt amazingggg.
