At supper this evening my mom was really quiet. I asked her what was up, and she said she'd tell me later. Well, when we were alone I asked her again, and she told me that last night, while I was busy, she had a little 'look round my room and found (and read!) some of the mother-son stories that I have been working on.
I've always left them under some cover papers on my desk without much fear, because I was under the impression that my room was a private area and no one would be around to find them.
I can't begin to describe how awkward things are right now. This story is the absolute truth. I don't think she'll let on to my father, thank goodness; but as to where things go from here...I have no idea.
She shouldn't have been in my room like that! Guys, I need some moral support here.
I've always left them under some cover papers on my desk without much fear, because I was under the impression that my room was a private area and no one would be around to find them.
I can't begin to describe how awkward things are right now. This story is the absolute truth. I don't think she'll let on to my father, thank goodness; but as to where things go from here...I have no idea.
She shouldn't have been in my room like that! Guys, I need some moral support here.