A while back, I read a story from the point of view of the mom, and she had grown closer and closer to her son, a swimmer in college.
It got to the point where she was spending so much time around him that even his friends were picking up on it.
She realized and felt a little bad about it, but couldn't make herself back off.
It got to the point where she was spending so much time around him that even his friends were picking up on it.
She realized and felt a little bad about it, but couldn't make herself back off.
