Enough Is Enough
It was Mom, her voice filled with excitement and hope.
“Well? Have you and James gotten married?”
Mom was diagnosed with cancer the year before last, and her health had been declining fast. More than anything, she wanted to live long enough to see me walk down the aisle, happy.
I sniffled and mumbled some excuse. There was a pause on the other end, and when she spoke again, her disappointment was painfully clear.
“James is busy with work… I understand, I really do…”
When I got home, I barely had time to set my keys down before my phone buzzed with a message from our old college group chat.