"Abigail, are you alright? You're not eating your peas."
That's my mom. She always seems concerned about what I'm doing nowadays, that I don't get into too much trouble. And she's always making sure I eat my greens…
I had to snap out of my reminiscing before she began lecturing me again.
"-Huh?" was my first response, my head suddenly jolting up so that I could look my mom in the eye for the first time since before we'd starting eating dinner. Whilst I'd been thinking I'd been poking my food and chasing it around the plate, but not actually eating any of it.
Mom frowned.
"..I mean, I am getting round to them, I was just waiting for them to cool down."
But mom was smarter than that (damnit.)
"-You're thinking about Omi again, aren't you?" she said.
This time I didn't say anything. I just put my head back down and finally began to eat. This was about the millionth time we'd discussed this, and I didn't really feel like talking much. Mom would just say what she had to say, every time we spoke about this, every time Omi came into the conversation. I pretend to understand, but no matter how many times she says it, it doesn't make things any better. It doesn't make my feelings towards Omi any different.
"Abigail, as I said before, people move on."
