I Hate Crying

My mom has this uncanny ability to make me cry. Nobody can do it like she can. I didn't actually cry, but I came close. All evening long, when I least expect it... It's like she has this colorless odorless "make Erica cry" vapor. First she tells me that's it's okay to make myself at home, because this will always be my home and they'll help me out as best they can. And I had just been thinking about how weird it felt to know that I have to completely unpack and, like, put shit in drawers. Lump In Throat #1. Then she's telling me all about what has yet to be done on the addition on the house and I say to her that I'm glad she's finally getting what she wanted, because she's been talking about doing this for as long as I can remember and she says "thank you" and BAM Lump In Throat #2.