Mrs. Williamson knew when her daughter called her one night only a few weeks before the end of school, asking for a favor.
"Hi, Mom." Patricia had said.
"Patricia!" Mrs. Williamson was slightly caught off guard. She rarely gets calls from her daughter. "Hi, darling, how are you?"
"I'm great." There's a slight pause before Patricia speaks again. "Um, mom, I was wondering something."
"Yes?"
"Um, so I told you about Eddie, right?"
Mrs. Williamson nods, forgetting, for a moment, that he daughter can't see her. "Yes, that boy that you hate so much?"
"Um, yeah. So I was wondering if I could maybe visit him and his mom for a week after school ends in America...?"
Mrs. Williamson chokes on her bagel. "What? I thought you hated him!"
"Heh... Not so much anymore?"
"You're not dating him, are you?"
"I don't see ho-"
"Patricia! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know, okay? Can I?"
Mrs. Williamson sighs. "Perhaps. I'll call you back, okay?"
Patricia groans. "Fine. Just let me know, okay? Bye."
And, with that, the phone call ends.
She's conflicted. Should she let her go? She's so young, and what if this boy isn't right for her? What's supposed to happen then?
She eventually does make the decision to let her daughter go visit this Eddie boy in America, and doesn't regret it as she sits, crying, in a seat, watching her walk down the aisle on her wedding day.