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sunday 6:24 am

"honey, whats wrong?" my mother rests her hand on my shoulder.

i shrug, "nothing. i'm fine."

"you know you can tell me things, right?" she drops her hand and stands to lead herself to the sink.

"yes, mom," i respond with a slightly annoyed tone.

she begins to scrub the two bowls and spoons from our breakfast. quietly, she begins to hum a peaceful song.

my mom doesnt know about grayson because if she did, she'd go bonkers. probably disown me while she's at it. my mom was that one parent who would preach "stranger danger" and "there are bad people in the world". i understand where she's coming from. trust me, i do. but she tends to overreact. like, if i told her i was talking to grayson and stuff, she'd go on and on and on about how he could be a 40 year-old catfish. in which, she wouldnt be proven wrong. i don't really know who he is myself.

"i know why you're so glum," mom dries her hand on the grey towel hanging from the faucet, "you wanna go to jersey, huh?" she leans her elbows on the table.

i roll back and forth on the bar stool and shrug.

she takes a deep breath, "i already talked to you about this. if i go to jersey, i could lose my job. we're tight on money, right now, sweet."

"i know, mom. i know. but it doesn't mean it doesn't suck."

she snickers lightly, "why do you even wanna go, anyway?"

i pause, "umm.. i heard the mountains are nice," i try to lie through a smile.

she looks at me, confused, "there.. aren't mountains in new jersey, eva."

i gulp, "well, we won't know for sure until we get there, right?" i chuckle nervously.