The stress level I felt increased each day after receiving that letter. I was afraid to make any sort of decision and noticed that my parents were a bit curious as to just what I was going to do. It’s not like they were trying to pry, but I could see it in their eyes.
Take, for instance, tonight as we sat together for dinner. I could see them a bit anxious as each of them glared at me from their seats.
My mom was trying not to hover. But I have known her all of my life and already knew her too well.
“So, Mia, how was your day?” She asked while being particularly cheerful.
Not that she was not a pleasant woman but the way she was grinning at me it was a bit creepy.
I tried to downplay it and smiled back at her, “Oh, it was fine.”
Then I continued to eat my dinner and change the subject.
“I am really loving the chicken dumplings tonight.”
“Thank you, dear.”
My father, on the other hand, was not that subtle. Although he was a quiet man he believed in getting to the point. He did not believe in putting it off.
“So, Mia, have you given the offer to go to New York much thought?”
They’re both staring at me now. I felt backed into a corner.
Talk about bad timing.
“Well, Mia?” asked my mom.
I tried not to roll my eyes at them. “You know, I have been so busy at the dance academy and haven’t had time to think about it, guys.
“I know you got the letter about a week ago and didn’t want to tell us.”
“Now, Mary, it is not up to us,” called my Dad.
My mother stared at my dad with one of her, not pleased looks. Meanwhile, my Dad continued eating. I needed to keep myself from laughing.
” Okay I am going to stop now,” she said in a defeated tone.
” Mom you are fine.”
We go back to eating dinner, and talking with my parents. I pretend I’m okay since my mother has cooked another delicious meal tonight. The guilt overwhelmed me. One thing about Mom she always cooked delicious meals for us, and right now her chicken dumplings was just what I need.
“Mia, you should try to eat more of the delicious biscuits and gravy!” she exclaimed.
“Oh! I can’t have anymore Dad.”
I stared down at my plate.
“I am full.”
“I am glad honey,” said my mom.
Once dinner came to an end I felt a bit better. I knew I still had to think about the decision, I would make but for now I decided to just enjoy the conversation with my parents now that they seemed to respect that I had not made any decisions.
At least for today I can breathe again.