coffee with mom
Over a cup of coffee, mom seemed curious about Amy’s adventure with the island. ‘How’s she coping with the papers?’ she asked.
‘She’s struggling a bit,’ I answered with a smile. Mom chuckled, knowing island ownership came with strings attached.
‘You really thought this through, didn’t you?’ she commented, amused by the situation. I nodded, sipping my coffee, confident Amy would discover the island’s complexities soon enough.