21, February 2012
My mother sent me a boxful of jewelry for my birthday. I haven’t sifted through it because it doesn’t intrest me. Today I told my mom I wear it all of the time. She asked me for my favorite piece. I said it was the necklace with turquoise stones and beige shells. I have no idea if there’s a necklace anything like that inside of that chest. She got excited and declared it was her favorite piece of jewelry. “When she picked it out, she knew I was going to like it.”
Her simple vocabulary makes me uncomfortable. She is a child looking for approval.
I have to admit, my mother makes me pretty goddamn uncomfortable.
