Isaiah’s Phone
Mom : How is your girl, Zay? She ok?
Isaiah : Yeah. Thanks, Mom. Your advice really helped. I’m clueless about girl stuff. Well, I used to be. I have now educated myself.
Isaiah : And she is not my girl.
Mom : Whoever she was, I am proud of you for taking care of her like a brother would.
Isaiah : I am NOT her brother.
Mom : Ah, now we are coming to the truth of the matter.
Isaiah : Hey, no fair! You got it out of me!
Isaiah : I can’t explain it. It started as just this intense infatuation, but now… I don’t know. It’s like my heart has passed into her possession.
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Isaiah : I’m weirded out, Mom. I mean, what is it about this girl? Every time she so much as looks in my vicinity, I go weak.
Mom : Oh, honey, it’s happening to you now when you are so young. It’s going to be painful, you know. Falling in love. I’m sorry for that.
Isaiah : Painful, you say?
Mom : You have spent your whole life becoming a person. The person you are today, and the person you will become in a few years.
Isaiah : Yeah.
Mom : And in the meantime, inside of you a mold is created. Slowly but surely, by every choice you make, every action and decision. That mold, and who fits it, determines exactly who will be in your life. Who will stay. Who will choose you and be chosen by you. A partner, your friends… even your goals and dreams will align with who you are becoming.
Isaiah : I love the way you put it.
Mom : That’s why it’s important not to do things before you are ready, or because everyone else is doing them. Focus on who you are becoming first, and if you like that person, the rest will follow.
Isaiah : I’ll keep that in mind.
Isaiah : Wait, is this your not-so-subtle way of asking me if I’m sleeping with anyone? With her?
Mom : Of course not.
Mom : Are you?
Isaiah : MOM!
Mom : I know, I know, it’s none of my business.
Mom : Except, listen to this: It is.
Mom : Now I have to be both a mom and a dad to you, Zay.
Isaiah : You are doing fine, Mom. Better than fine. You are amazing. Now don’t make me cry.
Isaiah : I gotta go to class. Thanks, Mom.