You just smile broader, reach for my hand and pull me in the room. I take in our unintentional matching outfits. Your white button down shirt molded n...cely to your biceps, your black pants low, and form fitting around your hips. My black and white, flowered dress stretched across my chest, and flowing down around my thighs. My bag slips from my shoulder as you pull me into your arms. My arms wrapping around your waist as I stand on tippy toes to press my head up to meet your lips, still. She might as well enjoy her home life.Craig practically flew to the kitchen and came back with a big glass filled with pink dairy goodness.“It’s a strawberry smoothie to tide you over until dinner!” he exclaimed.“Oh my god, Craig! You’re too nice to your old mom!” she exclaimed.“Nothing’s too good for you, Mom!” he assured her. “Try it!”Debra sipped. Her eyes went wide.“What’s in this?” she asked.“Oh it’s just strawberries and vanilla and, well, this dairy substitute I found. It’s supposed to. I was getting hard and Mom must have noticed as she said that old line, “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Blushing, I pulled away. “Sorry Mom I don’t know what happened.” I said. “That's all right son, I’m flattered.” She replied.We didn’t talk about it any further that afternoon. I went to my old bedroom and unpacked. I suggested that I take Mom out for a nice dinner but she said she wanted to make me a special meal and stay home so we could visit and catch-up. When he lost her, he lost his will to do pre-Med and also his will to do sports. He had been asked to play baseball as a walk on with the eye towards a scholarship after some of the seniors left.Tonight seemed no different, as he was making the long walk up the hill to the field house he noticed an old lady trying to dig her car out of the snow. He decided to give her a hand and help shovel as he had a good 15 minutes to finish the short walk up the hill. He approached her and she simply asked.