"Todo va a estar bien....

nomas tengan paciencia y juicio." My mother said to me as she tried to console me. Over the years I have become an expert at hiding my sorrow. Yet today, I think that my sadness was so profound, that only my mother knew. She had no reason to believe I was sad, we spent the day outside having a cook-out for my older brother's birthday. Everyone was getting along, the kids didn't fight, and I hadn't laughed so hard with my family in quite some time. But when we all called it a night and I had helped my mom take some of the food to her apartment, I was saying good night to her, when she asked me "Que te pasa, hija, estas triste?" She caught me off-guard, and I couldn't say "Nada." like I normally do. We went into my old room and I told her what I was sad about. Adam told me that he spoke to his mother about him coming to see me this summer. She isn't very happy about it, not that I'd expect her to be. Still, I wish I could be accepted, but I fear that it will be a very long time before his parents accept us being together. My mother understood where his mother's feelings, as do I. Malo es cuando no les importa la vida de su hijo. My mother still believes that he is young, but she says, "Si el es para ti, pese a quien le pese van a estar juntos." She says that happiness does not come without a fight, there are many thorns before reaching the bulb of a rose.

I hugged my mom, I hadn't done so in a very long time. I mean really hugged her, an "I want my mommy" type of hug. It felt good and I feel a lot better now, her acceptance is enough for me, at least for now.