The Rejected Luna
“Mom, I’m a warrior now. I’m one of Uncle Tommy’s female warriors.”
“Oh, my God,” she cries out. “Wow! My baby is now a pack warrior. I’m so, so proud of you, my darling daughter. Uh, I wish I was there to celebrate your success.”
“It’s never too late, Mom. I will be coming home, but not so soon. I have a lot to contribute to the pack. When I come home, we will celebrate my success together.”
“Okay, darling, I will await your arrival,” she states. My mom and I talk for a long time before she ends the call.