Elliot drove off soon after and I made my way inside to see my mom watching television in the living room. She looked over at me as I locked the door then walked over to sit beside her and sighed as I started taking off my shoes. We didn't say anything as we sat there for a while before I leaned over to her and rested my head on her shoulder feeling tired.
“So, how was it?” she finally asked.
“Good,” I answered.
"Just good?" she asks.
“It was fun,” I said as I stared at the screen before sitting up. “It was all fine, but I did have a panic attack and I freaked out when I felt like you were right after you told me today.”
“Honey, I didn't mean for that to worry you,” she said, frowning.
“But you were right. You were right to say that I wasn't ready, but that also means I should try and not always limit myself when I go out. I told myself that I want to get better so that means I have to also step out of my comfort zone if I want to do that.” I tell her.
