Taboo One Shots
"You really think this one's different, Mom?" Malia asked, her voice laced with skepticism as she dropped her duffel bag in the foyer of their cozy suburban home.
She had just gotten home from her first semester at college.
At nineteen, Malia was petite, with fair skin that contrasted sharply against her mother's olive tone. People never questioned it, fearing they would be offensive.
"You look so much like your father," her mother would always say.
Talia, a vibrant woman in her early forties with curves that turned heads, sighed deeply from the kitchen doorway. She wiped her hands on a dish towel, her engagement ring catching the light.