They arrived at Taco Bell half an hour later. An awkward silence began as soon as they sat down. The fact it was Mother's day made the fast food restaurant unusually quiet for this time, which just enhanced the lack of conversation occurring.

It was clear to Sara that something was bothering the girl, but she was unsure of how to approach the subject. It wasn't like her and Lindsay were close. She may be out stepping her boundaries.

Lindsay caught her staring and she knew that Sara could sense something was wrong. Sighing in frustration she finished chewing a bite of her chicken taco. 'I had a fight with my mom.'

Sara smiled a little, grateful that she didn't need to approach the topic first of all. 'What about this time?'

'Her work again. I made plans for Mother's day and then she got called in.'

'I bet that pissed you off.'

Lindsay laughed. 'Yeah it did.' She took a deep breath. 'It's the first time I've done something like this since I was a little kid. I thought she would appreciate it.'

'Well I know your mother Lindsay. She would have appreciated it. I'm sure she was as devastated as you when she got called in, probably even more. And mother would kill to spend time with their kid on mother's day. But work is work.'

'Yeah I suppose.' They continued eating their tacos for a while. 'I ran away once. Skipped school and took a bus to Bakersfield in California. As soon as I got there, I got a bus back. By the time I got back, she didn't even notice I was gone.'

'You shouldn't do that Lindsay. Anything could have happened.'

'Oh please. Like you never ran away as a kid. Maybe you never went as far away as that but I'm sure at one point in your life you had enough and just left for a while.'

Sara squirmed at the question, knowing she couldn't lie to the girl. 'Sure I ran away Lindsay. But a lot of bad stuff happened to me. I wouldn't wish that upon anyone.' She lifted up her pant leg revealing a pale pink scar, slightly visible from her kneecap to mid-calf. 'I was attacked one night in Sacramento. Managed to escape any serious stab wounds and ended up with a six-inch gash on my left leg. Got my wrist broke that time too.'

The message obviously got through to Lindsay seeing as the girl had a shocked look on her face.

'I never had a mom like you did. You are going to have so many more mother's days and birthdays and Christmases. This one won't be important. But you will have next year and the year after and the year after.'

'What happened to your mom? How old were you?'

'She was arrested when I was twelve. Me and my brother were shipped off to a foster home and got separated after a few months. Never saw him again. Apparently he died of a drugs overdose when he was twenty.'

'What did your mom do?' Lindsay asked after another long silence. Sara was surprised by how curious the girl was. Must take after her mother, she thought.

'She killed my father… still in jail for it too. She had some problems as a kid, and grew up to become quite violent. I never got a mother like you Lindsay. It's so easy these days to take everything she gives you for granted. But she works so hard, and it's not for herself, its for you. It's so she can be the best mom she can be, by giving you opportunities and everything else you need. And she is so proud of you. Don't forget that.'

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