“Mia?” Mia stood on the front porch and looked at her mother who was in her dressing gown and slippers. She knew she must be a sight to behold. Her white dress, her hair and makeup, and jewelry.”What is it? Are you okay?”

     “Oh Ma,” Mia cried, falling into Maria’s arms. “I’ve made a mess of everything.”

     “Come inside, love. What’s happened? Have you broken up with that boy?”

     “I was never dating Darius, Ma,” Mia said, sniffling. “But I was seeing someone else and then we broke up and then I thought we might be getting back together and then…now…now I don’t know.”

     Maria led Mia through the house...