I stared at my mom for a moment before she pushed past me. She settled the tray at the end of the bed and poured two glasses. She spun around and handed me one before she climbed into my bed. “Come on, baby girl.”
I felt the resolve I had crumble under the weight of having my mom next to me. I shut the bedroom door and walked around the other side of the bed, sliding into it. I took a long sip from my glass before I placed it down on the bedside table.
“You don’t have to be here.” I turned to look at her and she just smiled.
“I know.” She pulled the blanket over her legs and then pulled the tray onto her lap. “I know.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray and tossed it into her mouth. She took a minute to chew and then took a long sip from her glass before she looked at me again. “But
