"Do you want some noodles before I go on my business trip?"

I looked up at my mother who was fussing over some things in the kitchen. I set my tablet down on my lap and shook my head. "Mom, I can take care of myself. I don't need you making food for me like I can't survive on my own. I mean, I'm twenty-five, I can handle it."

My mother's head popped up from behind some cupboards and made a face. Even at her age, she was still a lovely woman. There was some gray in her once jet black hair. The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes...