I looked at her, surprised. “Really?” I asked.
As she left the bathroom, I let out a sigh of relief. I was grateful that the ordeal was over, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of embarrassment. I quickly got out of the bath, got dressed, and went downstairs to try and compose myself. My mother suddenly came into the bath and I pan...
I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I stuttered out an apology. “Mom, what are you doing here? I thought I locked the door!” I tried to play it cool, but I could feel my heart racing and my hands shaking. I looked at her, surprised
She nodded. “Yes, really. And you know what? We survived. We learned to be respectful of each other’s space, and we didn’t get all worked up about things like that.” I was grateful that the ordeal was over,
My mother, sensing my discomfort, quickly apologized again and turned around to leave. “I’m so sorry, kiddo. I’ll just go look for my phone somewhere else.”
But this was different. This was a whole new level of embarrassment. I was an adult now, and I expected a certain level of privacy.