The Hardest Truth From You | Book One ✔️

| Six |

| Six |

"So, you're ready to leave me tomorrow?" I placed her folded clothes into her luggage. "Or are you nervous?"

"I'm kind of excited to experience new things. I've never done anything like this before." Jamie grabbed more shirts from her drawer and folded them. "But it would be nice if you'd tag along."

"Someday, Jamie." I looked at the amount of clothes she was packing. It looked like she was going away for a year. "You said you're going to be gone for a month, right?"

"Yeah. You think I packed a little too much?"

"Well, I think you have just about the right stuff. Hopefully it's enough." I said as I was transforming to mother-like mode. "Do you have shoes?"

"Obviously." She rolled her eyes.

"Do you have shaving razors?"

"Yeah."

"Shaving cream?"

"Yeah."

"Panties?"

"Yeah."

"Deodorant?"

"Yes."

"Toothbrush? Toothpaste."

"Oh my god."

"Phone charger?"

"Of course."

"Bras?"

"Jesus!"

"Soap? Lotion?"

"Yes!" Jamie exclaimed. "Yes. I have everything a girl needs. I have bras, panties, deodorant, even tampons just in case there is an accident. Because they happen to me a lot."

I said nothing since the conversation was immediately over. I pushed down the clothes before zipping up the luggage. "I don't think anymore clothes can fit in this."

"It's fine. I'll just put these back in the drawer later." Jamie said and placed the excessive clothes aside.

I sat next to Jamie on the bed and looked at her intently. "So what do we do now?"

Jamie stood still and smiled barely. "I sent a letter I wrote to my birth mother."

"When?"

"During break at work. I thought about what you said the other day. I decided to write to her to see maybe if we can meet up and chat or something about how we're doing."

"That's brave of you to take chances like that." I said and held Jamie's hand softly. "You'll never know what could happen. Maybe she'll agree to hang out with you and re-communicate."

"Yeah, and maybe she won't. Jamie frowned quickly. "That's why I didn't want to write to her in the first place."

"You don't feel that I forced you to write to her, do you?"

"No, I chose to do it. I just hope she won't make me regret it."

"I don't think so." Shaking my head idly. "Why would you?"

Jamie shrugged. "I don't know. She missed eighteen years of my life. I highly doubt she remembers me. I don't even think she talks about me with some people she probably talks to. She probably has kids of her own and doesn't want to deal with her first one."

"The way you're talking tells me that you really want to contact her." I said.

"Whatever." Jamie stood up from the bed and grabbed a towel. "I'm going to take a shower. I feel dirty."