"I can tell you're bursting with excitement," a voice caught me off guard as I walked in the door.

Mom was sitting in the living room, doing her thing, with a cup of her favorite rose tea in hand.

I walked over to her, feeling a bit jittery, "Mom..."

"How was your day at school?" Mom asked, placing her tea cup on the table.

"Everything's going well, Mom," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"I've made your favorite spaghetti, dear. Why don't you go get cleaned up and come down for lunch?" Mom ...