I'm Still Your Son {ON HOLD}

"So when do we get to meet this Aspen girl anyway? You've been seeing her for a year and a half. We've never even seen a photo."

"Aspen's family is going over to France for some business networking and Aspen decided to stay so we're both coming to your house for Christmas."

"That's good. It must be pretty serious then if she's coming to meet us over Christmas?"

"I do remember telling you that Aspen moved in with me seven months ago."

My mother was silent for a moment.

"Am I going to like her?"

"I'm not sure Mum. Aspen's different to anyone else I've ever dated. A lot different."

"Nothing like Stella then, I'm guessing?"

I didn't answer her question. I decided to ask my own.

"Mum?"

"Yes, Nic?"

"If Aspen isn't what you expected, would your opinion of me, who I am to you, would that change?"

"Why would you even ask me something like that? I will always love you just as you are no matter what. I didn't change my opinion of your sister when she and Brendon started dating, when he proposed or when they got married. How is this any different?"

How was this any different? That's a decent question. It was different because my mother was expecting me to be bringing home a five foot eight, honey-skinned, blue-eyed blonde, but what she was getting was a five foot five, pale-skinned, whiskey eyed, brunette. She also thought Aspen was a girl, and even though Aspen was on the smaller side and was all about #imwithher, he was most definitely not a girl.