"Thank you, sweetie, for always being understanding of your Mom." "It's almost time for me to leave." She looked at the time on the wall clock. "You should go, Mom. Make no attempt to make him wait." My chest tightened as I prepared to say those things, but my lips all smiled in front of Mom.

"You are correct."

"Then, now, I'm leaving," Mom kissed my head.

"Your meal is in the refrigerator. Eat it whenever you wish."

"Got it, Mom."

"You should now go to your date. Best wishes." ...