With every move I die -- Fall 2016

I rolled my eyes at him.  "Honey, when will you learn that your mum will always take care of you?" I asked, flashing him a grin.  "Let's eat, shall we?"

I chuckled, feeling like I should have known better than to second guess my own mother.  "I'm starving," I said, telling the truth.  I ended up eating quite a bit.  "I didn't finish the drawing, but there is one started if you wanted to see what you forced me to do."

I could not help but laugh at Dean.  "I would love to see it," I assured him.  "But that little snippiness at the end... well, I may have to ground you. " Of course I was teasing him.  He had not been snippy at all.

I rolled my eyes.  "You may be able to make me do a lot of things... but there is no way you can ground me now," I said, teasing her some more.

"Don't test me," I warned, pointing my fork at him since it was still in my hand instead of my finger.  I smiled and took a drink.  "I'm happy to see you smiling a little bit, though.  It means I'm doing my job."

"I smile," I said to my mum.  There was no reason for her to think I was constantly unhappy.  I had things in a plan... I just had to wait a little bit.  And I did not want them to worry, so I just have not told them anything.

I looked over at my son and sighed.  "Not nearly enough anymore," I said to him, slight sadness in my voice.  I took another drink and watched him.  "But when you do, I love seeing you."

I looked down at my plate, not wanting to see what she had in her eyes.  "I'm sorry," I said to her honestly.  "but sometimes... it just gets too hard.  I can't always be happy and stuff."

I put a hand on Dean's arm.  "I know... I understand.  But you do need to find the positives to think about," I said to my son.  "You have to... for the sake of your kids.  It's just... hard to do.  I know."