About the trip.
About how many things, according to her, it is normal to take a person who claims to love minimalism.
At one point, she put down her glass.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
I felt the familiar tension.
Then I reminded myself that not every serious question brings new horror.
“Of course.
Will you be fine when I leave?
I looked at her.
There was love in that question.
There was also a remnant of that responsibility that someone had put on her.
“I’ll miss you,” I said. “But my life is not your task.”
She’s been looking at me for a few seconds.
Then he nodded.
I took her hand.
You have the right to study. To be happy. Change your mind. Making mistakes that are not related to other people’s debts and fears.
Emma smiled faintly.
That’s a long list.
“We’ll supplement it.
We ordered dessert.
