For some odd reason mom liked ketchup on her taco. It is nasty. She always liked the taste of ketchup on her taco. Well at least that's what she tells us. After dinner I told Jess to say thank you to mom for making dinner/ preparing dinner. After Jess said thank you I told her to go upstairs, brush her teeth, and get to bed.
I walked into the kitchen to help Ma clean up the dishes and such. When I got in the kitchen I heard somebody weeping I slowly walked in and saw Ma. I didn’t know what to do. Should I confront her? Should I comfort her? Should I walk away and go upstairs? Before I could decide she turned around and said “Jose, I thought you went up with Jess.” “But I always help clean up after dinner.” I said firmly. “You're right I don’t know why I had thought that.” She replied. Thinking that Ma could get away from this I quickly said “Why were you crying?” She turned around and said “Was I?” “Ma you're not fooling anyone seriously why were you crying?” she said “When you're older you’ll under….” I didn’t let her finish when I said “Not this speech again, just tell me why you were