Penelope

"Baby," Mom called, tapping me on the shoulder, and I drifted out of my thoughts.

"Are you okay? I've been calling out to you," her voice was laced with concern and worry took over her features as she observed my facial expression closely.

I forced a smile on my face," I'm okay Mom. I'm just a bit tired."

The last thing I wanted was to make her worry about me.

"You must be very tired; I mean, you had a long day. The wedding, the reception, and everything. Shouldn't you be in ...