[ 18+ ] Adrianna Lee's whole world had come crashing down, unexpectedly, all around her. Losing all stability in her life, she's questioning what's the next steps to take.
That is, until an adorable seven-year-old comes bouncing into her life-which...
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I loved both my parents. But my mom and I always had a very special relationship. Close, judgement-free. She always could tell when something was bothering me, which is why I'm here today.
Back home.
I had only moved out because Jesse said we should move in together since we were together for so long. I regret it now, but sometimes I do miss being home with my parents. Being young and not having all these responsibilities. I wish I could go back sometimes.
"My baby." My mother holds out her arms for me. And I run into them. "I've missed you."
I haven't seen my parents since the new semester started at school. With how busy everything's been, I just haven't had time. I feel ashamed, because I should make time for them. But I know she understands.
"Hi, mom," I nuzzle against her shoulder.
"Let me look at you," she stands back, holding both my hands in hers. "You look thin, baby. Have you been eating?"
I roll my eyes. I've always been...pudgy. Don't have a flat stomach, but one that's flabby and sticks out. Looks especially bad when I'm bloated. I've always hated my body. Because I try to stay in shape, but I just stay like this. Squishy stomach and thick thighs with wide hips.
But I haven't been eating as much the past week as I normally do.
"Of course I have been. Where's dad?"
"The store, grabbing some stuff for dinner. Come, let's sit and talk."
I grab my duffle bag and follow her. Nostalgia fills me as I step inside my old house. Nothing fancy, but good enough for us. A two-story craftsman home with lots of pretty woodwork, a light oak floor, and yellow walls. My mom loves yellow, says it makes everything look lively.
Our old grey couches still sat in the living room, like I expected anything different. I placed my bag down and sat, my mom sitting next to me. Then I looked at her. My mom has always been beautiful, never looked her age. Kind brown eyes, perfectly symmetrical lips, brown hair that she keeps cut above her shoulders. Skinny and beautiful. Nothing like me, which made me internally frown.
"Now, tell me. I don't want this troubling you all weekend. Talk to me."
I sigh, wiping my palm on my knees. "What else is there to say?"
"How'd you get the job?"
"Well, he said he looked into my background. Said that someone studying to be in teaching seemed promising. My grades are great, never got into any real trouble before. So I guess he just trusted me. His daughter and I instantly hit it off, really. Maybe that's what he trusted the most."
