"I'm still waiting for my grandchildren, you know," my mother rattled on from her side of the phone. There couldn't have been a more repeated sentence in the entire world than her telling me that she was waiting to have grandchildren. It didn't seem to be enough that my sister was already married and popping out babies like flowers in a field.
"Yes mamá, I know," she scoffed at me, immediately starting to ramble about how disrespectful it was to hear so much impatience in my voice.
"I only want what's best for you! When are you going to get married, anyway? You should have listened to me when I told you about that Nicolas. You two would have been happily married and full of children! You need to lengthen the legacy, Amaria," despite my mother's constant rambling about children, she never ceased to put a smile on my face. I missed her a lot. "What happened to that nice young man you were dating? I think his name starts with a D?"
