"I would like that a lot, actually," Lee replied, feeling a genuine
sense of purpose and motivation starting to make itself known in the
back of his mind. "My mother tried to teach me to make the gâteau, but
I sabotaged the efforts intentionally," he admitted, reaching to take
another piece of food from one of the plates at hand. "I knew she
liked making it for me, and I wanted her to think I couldn't do it so
she wouldn't stop."
He took a moment to think about his mother, about the last time he'd
seen her, what she'd looked like then. In his mind's eye she was
always the woman who had raised him on her own for so many years
before she'd remarried, a stalwart and strong thirty year old mom of a
son who didn't always make it easy on her. But they'd always been
close, and she'd been nothing but loving and accepting as he navigated
his life, choosing a similar career to her father, coming out as gay
and letting his lifestyle steer him the wrong way from time to time.
He hadn't told her he was sick, hadn't told anyone in his family, and
if he'd stayed in New Orleans he'd be gone by now, taken by the
cancer. Instead he was just gone, vanished from her life, and he
wasn't sure which was better, in the long run.
"Anyway, you have yourself a deal," he said with a smile, turning his
attention back to Sabine. "Et peut-être que nous pouvons parler en
français parfois, ouais?"
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Date: 2016-07-18 11:22 pm (UTC)"I would like that a lot, actually," Lee replied, feeling a genuine sense of purpose and motivation starting to make itself known in the back of his mind. "My mother tried to teach me to make the gâteau, but I sabotaged the efforts intentionally," he admitted, reaching to take another piece of food from one of the plates at hand. "I knew she liked making it for me, and I wanted her to think I couldn't do it so she wouldn't stop."
He took a moment to think about his mother, about the last time he'd seen her, what she'd looked like then. In his mind's eye she was always the woman who had raised him on her own for so many years before she'd remarried, a stalwart and strong thirty year old mom of a son who didn't always make it easy on her. But they'd always been close, and she'd been nothing but loving and accepting as he navigated his life, choosing a similar career to her father, coming out as gay and letting his lifestyle steer him the wrong way from time to time. He hadn't told her he was sick, hadn't told anyone in his family, and if he'd stayed in New Orleans he'd be gone by now, taken by the cancer. Instead he was just gone, vanished from her life, and he wasn't sure which was better, in the long run.
"Anyway, you have yourself a deal," he said with a smile, turning his attention back to Sabine. "Et peut-être que nous pouvons parler en français parfois, ouais?"