Lillac's POV
My mom turned to me with a smile as Sandra left.
"You know... Sandra has a son about 4 years older than you. He actually started his own company when he was your age. Sandra always talked about him whenever we met. I guess she's really proud of him." My mom started off.
I was taken aback by my mom's comment.
Ohh, here it comes, the endless comparison. I braced myself for a match of comparison between me and Sandra's son, pointing out all the ways in which I fell short. Parents, I tell you, they always find someone better in a certain way to tell you you're not enough. My mom has been softer in recent years, but I guess she's still herself after all.
"I know, Mom. You wish you had a son like him. I'll try to be better, I promise." I said with a sigh of defeat.
But instead, she said something that caught me off guard.
