This Path We Walk

I sat down in the white plastic lawn-chair, Mr. Flamingo, I used to call it. Why though, I couldn't recall. There certainly wasn't any sort of flamingo design on it. Mother had been saying something. I blink, "Sorry, could you repeat that? I-I wasn't listening..." She heaves a sigh, and I brace myself for another one of her lectures-rants really- about how I always seemed to have my head in the clouds.

"Alex,"

Oh no, that pause... it always meant that something important was coming up, something she felt that 'As a moth-'

"er, I feel as though it's right for me to say this. Think what you will of this, but, maybe it's time you settle. Move to a nice neighborhood, buy a house, find a job there.... get married... something along the lines of that."

"Mom," I swallow, how to phrase this in a way that would firmly state my opinion and end the conversation... "I'm glad that even now, you think of me-"

"As I always will, a mother never stops caring for her child no matter what age they are."

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Alex Summers and Parish Hamill had been bestfriends since childhood, a fact that their mothers often liked to remind them of, despite them not holding such relations anymore. Now both at the age of 28 are forced to face each other again and must decide whether to pursue these loose ends and face the connection they deny or to let the past be past.