"Is your mom a pilot?"
I walked towards you with a cup of cold tea, just the way you liked it--a little too sweet for me.
You frowned.
"No, where did you get that idea?"
I shrugged.

You started sipping the iced comfort as I said,
"Your sister told me she loved to fly like your mother.."
You choked a little.
"...and she'll tell her that she likes me when you two get home."

I giggled.
But then I couldn't forget the way your skin paled and you looked at me in such horror.

"Rach," Your voice trembled,
"My Ma jumped out of our ninty-feet balcony three years ago."