I smile at him and put my drink down. My phone rings and I pick it up. "I am sorry, it's my mom." I say to Chance.
He nods, smiling and I answer. "Hey Mom, Chance and I are at lunch can I call you back later?" I ask.
"Honey, I have so bad news." She says.
"What is it?" I ask.
"You father is not going to be able to make it in time for the wedding. He is doing a mission project." She says. "I know how sad you are going to be." '
I bite my lip and close my eyes. "No it's fine. Your still coming, right?" I ask.
"Yes dear." She says.
I nod and hang up the phone, not opening my eyes.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
