James:

“Yes Clarice, how are you?” I answered the call. Clarice, my dear mom would religiously call up every single day to check up on me. I was adopted when I was two from Wichita children's home in Kansas, ever since then she has smothered me with all the love any child could possibly receive but for some reason, I could never seem to reciprocate.

“I’m good son, how are you? Did you have your dinner? What did you eat?” Classic maternal questions every mother asks their children.

“Mom, I will be turning 30 next month, you have to stop treating me like a child!” I protested. Here I was...