They were traveling at night. The music was on low, the wind was loud hollowing through the triangle side windows. The baby sound asleep in the back seat of the trucks extended cab. A daughter turns to her mother and says "Why do you hate my father so much, I think I am ready."
Maybe she wasn't ready because she can not remember what her mom said. She sensed her mother's hora change and fill the cab of the truck with warmth and making it uncomfortable. Her voice changed pitch her mouth moving but nothing was heard. She gripped the steering wheel harder turning her knuckles white. Her face was different, her expressions sometimes of anger and other times of great hurt and sadness. But when her voice got louder and her facial expression moved more towards of an unforgiving gaze. Her daughter said, "Okay, that's enough, I thought I was ready but I am not." She still can't remember what her mother said but non verbal communication spoke volumes. She just knew that, she missed mother for so many years. 'What if my mom was around more, what would be different?'
She wanted a relationship with her mother now. Her son was going to be one in a couple months and she wanted her son to have a Grandmother. And she needed a mother for she was one now. She would not bring up that memory again, in order to have a relationship with her mother.
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