Outside the Kitchen Door

I wanted to tell her today. I've said that to myself everyday for the past seven months now, but I guess it gets harder and harder every passing day, every passing week, every passing month. How I was going to tell her was the hardest part, it was like getting a birthday gift for your friend, so many choices, wondering if they will like it or not, and if they will actually accept it. But this isn't a birthday party, this is when I find out if my mom will really "love me no matter what," like she always says to me before we go to sleep.

(This is from a school project and I'm actually semi-proud of it, I took the final submitted copy and added some stuff, edited it, yada yada. I don't usually write these kinds of stories, most of the stuff I write is full of fictional stuff, comedy, fantasy, etc. So don't be surprised when it sucks more than my other stuff. This also deals with some real-world problems, and I hope some people who actually read this can relate. Ok I'm done)