Charlene
I come out of the bathroom with a distant gaze. I don't know what to feel at this moment. It's too soon for our relationship to have reached this point. We've been dating for less than a month. Besides, he's only twenty-two years old. What will his family say? All these concerns are giving me a headache. I feel everything spinning again. I lean against the wall and slowly make my way to the sofa.
My mother peeks in, sees me, and walks over. She sits next to me and holds me in her arms like when I was little. At this moment, I feel vulnerable. What do I know about being a mother if I can't even take care of myself? I'm still a spoiled brat, just like Arnie says.
"Don't you want to keep it?" she asks, seeing the doubt on my face. Tears come to my eyes.
"Yes, I do, Mom. How could
