My body seems to know when I need to be somewhere at a certain time. Because last night mom texted me and said she would drive up from San Jose to meet me for breakfast in Daly City, where I now live to be close to work, and I woke up at 7 am sharp for our meeting at 8.
She seldom makes an intentional decision to spend time with me, so I had texted her more quickly than usual.
Les: ok, yes. Sure.
Mother: Do you need something?
Les: Ah. Hangers. And a power chord.
Mother: Power chord?
Les: Rectangle with lots of holes
She sends a picture from her phone.
Les: Yes, that!
At 7:30 am she texts me saying that she was going to be late. Not annoyed at all, I was just glad she was coming. After lounging around for an hour, she calls me and I jump outside and get into her car. We drive to Boulevard Cafe and I sit there listening to her talk about my little sister, her suburban mom friends, and selling the house.
Usually, I would be bored out of my mind, but today I listened intently to every word. We ate french toast, eggs benedict, and a breakfast burrito. She kept talking and told me to eat up, and I felt my eyes start to tear up. I didn’t really know why.
Maybe I don’t like being by myself that much. I felt really proud of myself for getting along alone. I don’t want my happiness to depend on another person’s company.
But here I am. Feeling like crying in front of my mom on a Saturday morning because she has to go soon.