"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

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Mom nodded. What little energy she had left seemed to drain as she pulled out a chair. As she fell down into it, I couldn't help but think back to when dad still lived with us. I was like nine when they split up, and didn't remember that much, but I knew mom had been happier. She smiled lots. She wasn't always tired and we would do lots of things as a family.

Dad had dated lots of different women when they had split. I remember there being a lot of arguments because mom hadn't wanted us to stay with him if he was going to have us around a woman he had only just met, but after a while, she had given up fighting. Dad had eventually remarried. I don't think mom had ever even gone on a date since.

/"Milo makes me happy, mom./" I watched her face, studying the sweetness beneath hardened mask time had left. /"Maybe you need to find your own Milo to make you happy again?/"

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