My heart felt warm talking to my mother like this. Talking about things such as my love life to a mother is one of the things that I had only dreamed of, but now here we are face to face.
"Oh mama, I have a lot of things to tell you." I am so happy that tears are starting to fall from my eyes again.
"We have much time for that, now that we are together again." My mother wiped my tears away. "But first we need to talk about the most pressing matter." My mother's tone became more serious and her smiling face changes to a neutral one.
I looked at my mother with confusion. What is the pressing matter she is talking about? Is it about the war my Aunt Patricia started? Does my mother know something?
