The girl didn’t even fake it, she just looked at the wine glasses, and I laughed to myself, wondering if that’s how I looked at alcohol when I was younger. Yet, I laughed. I had moved back in with my mother since I had gotten a new job only thirty minutes from her place, and I was still selling my old apartment to buy another one. “H-Huuh! If anything, it made it worse. Instantly, I moved back, standing in the middle of the dark pathway and the trees with her weight in my arms; her legs trembled while wrapped tightly around me. I missed some of my freedom, yes, and Mom was a little overwhelming at times with her pampering, for the first time having her son home since I was eighteen – seemingly forgetting I was far from someone who wanted or enjoyed being taken care of.
