"Mom, I'm going to have my boyfriend together with me tomorrow in my birthday."
"That's great, dear. You gotta bring him so that you'll have a visitor just for once in your special day."
"Happy birthday, Love."
"Oh, thank you. I'll go upstairs first 'cause I gotta change clothes."
I was changing my clothes for my birthday. As I made my walk downstairs, I heard some silent moans mentioning my boyfriend's name.
There, I saw my mom kissing torridly with my boyfriend.
"Ugh, James, I've been longing to kiss you"
"Me too, Carlita. Too good I met your daughter."
These words they said between their kisses. The image of my mom kissing my boyfriend is more like seeing myself being hanged on the rope.