Nathan
"You know the best way to get over a woman is to get on top of another," my mother proclaimed without remorse, her voice sharp and assured through the phone. There was no atom of discomfort in her tone at having said something so vulgar to her son.
"Mom!" I cried, sounding like my teenage self when she would always do something embarrassing during my basketball games. God, recalling those days made me cringe as my team mates were always teasing me about how enthusiastic my mom was seeing me play. She always came to my games whenever she and my father would visit Texas for their vacations. Even though their vacations would be in other countries, they always made sure to stop by at Texas to see me.
