A Son’s Dream Is His Mother’s Nightmare
Weeks ago, I bought a ticket to Portugal and Spain. When I returned from Italy in August, I had already a promise to myself I made last year: I would always have a trip ahead of me.
I knew there would be another trip, but it wasn’t scheduled and I wasn’t sure where it would be. After a month of anxiety, a deal popped up to fly into Lisbon and out of Madrid. A few quick searches and consultations with friends who had been to these places, I dropped the $463 and danced. I was going back to Europe!
What I didn’t do was tell my mom.
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