Her Truth

"You love that bastard?" Mom had no plan of letting it slide for once. "Do you even hear what you are saying, huh, Elaine? Is this how you repay us for everything that we have done for you?"

Then he leaned her hands on both sides of her waistline while giving me a sharp glare and bent brows. "Fine," she added. "Let's assume I believe you on that note. What's next? Do you think you two could be happy after everything you have done, huh?"

I already expected this to happen once I would be reunited with my family after being gone for almost a month with no communication with any of them.

And I could do nothing about her endless motherly lectures but accept them with open hands and long forbearance. Like what Dylan told me that night when I asked him about my parents if they could be mad at me.

He advised me that no matter how petrified they were to me, I was still their one and only daughter. That I have to thicken my face, lengthen my patience, and expand my understan