Justin's Diary Today
One thing that raises questions for me is Mom's appearance at my house. Gracefully, she sat cross-legged while sipping a cup of a hot drink whose smoke was still billowing in the air. I paused for a moment, watching Mom place her cup on the table before flashing her a gentle smile.
"A blue day," she said.
I walked over to the sofa, sitting on the other sofa without taking my eyes off her. Mom adjusted her seat position when facing me. This time, I'm sure she's here to discuss my issues with Mandy.
"Hi, Mom."
