The next morning, mom woke up first and quickly disentangled herself from me before crawling out of bed and practically running into her bathroom. Fearing that she now regretted last night's frivolity, I left the room and went to my bathroom. Deciding to give her some space, I went through my morning routine and joined her in the kitchen for breakfast. Mom refused to look at me for a long time and seemed overly embarrassed at last night's fun.
I let her keep to herself for several hours, though I tried to begin several conversations as she kept her remarks to the bare minimum. Finally deciding to end this situation, I walked up to her and hugged her body to me. Mom at first began to melt into my embrace, but soon tried to push me away. Holding her close, I asked, "Mom, talk to me. What's
