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"Lesley, is that you?" My mothers head jerks up from the couch as I enter the apartment.

"Yeh, mom. How are the AA meetings going?" I ask her while I put my purse on the counter.

"They are fine. I'm going through the withdrawal stages. It's the hardest," she says while her leg vibrates. Her skin is pale, and sleeping bags surround her eyes. I can tell she is struggling for sure.

I take a seat next to her on the coach, turn to face her, and hold her hands, "Mom, if this is too much for you on your own, we can put you in rehab."

"No, honey, that won't be necessary. Every time I feel weak, I meet up with Bob. He's been helping me a lot lately," she says.

"Well, we should pay our regards then. How about we invite him to dinner, and I'll cook, sometime this week?" I ask her.

"That would be great," she glows.

I smile back, "by the way, did you go through the boxes today?"

"Um yeh, I did. Just reviving some memories," she attempts to smile weakly.

"What happened with Mariah? Did you talk to her after dad?" I ask.

"No, honey, I don't know anything about her," she looks down and gets lost deeply in her thoughts; Her smile turned to a frown.

"Oh," I say and head to my room.

I lay in bed looking at the ceiling. It's plain, dull and ugly. But somehow, my life seems to get better. My life is the opposite of this wall. Just when Adam entered my life, it got better. I keep remembering the kiss, and the way he held my hand firm but gentle. Tomorrow is our date, but I'm still stuttering. Maybe, if I let him in, he will turn my life upside down or maybe he will be my good luck charm. My mind is in a conflict with my heart. This will harm me. He will harm me.

But he's a risk that I'm willing to take.

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