“Oh, hi mom". I said, a little too loudly.

“Finally accepts what?" She repeated, her eyes narrowed.

I felt a bead of sweat roll down the side of my face. “Actually..." I trailed off.

“I'm the one accepting something, right?" She asked.

She didn't hear that part? I grabbed the opportunity. “Well, no. Thing is-" my dad cleared his throat, cutting me off. I looked at him and he raised his brows. I sighed, giving in. He was right. I had to get it over with. “I need to tell you something". I said to her.

She stared at me for a few seconds. “Well, get on with it". She...