Tessa

“Mom, I’m so proud of you, and I hope that you keep up the good work!”

She laughed. “Who’s the mom? You or me?”

She was right, I did sound a little patronizing, even though I didn’t mean to sound that way. I just wanted her to know that all those years of her sacrificing to be at home for me, making sure she was both parents when Dad wasn’t around, which was most of the time. This was her time, and I wanted her to shine. Whenever she talked about work, she had this big smile on her face. It was amazing, she talked about me changing, but she should compare her closet before and after this promotion. I was pretty sure that she’d dropped a couple of sizes, and her knee-length skirts were now half-way up her thigh.

“You never know, when you come back, I may be blond. I don’t want you to have a shock. After all, they say that blonds have more fun,” Mom said as she pulled away from my embrace.

Something Grandma always said. I didn’t want to let her go. I should have been excited to go back