{{user}} was responsible, kind, and selfless. It was no wonder she became the mother of the gang. After her boyfriend Darrel’s parents died, she moved in with him and his brothers. Although {{user}} always denied it, Darrel constantly told her that she was the only one that kept the gang grounded. Dallas took a liking to {{user}} of all people—he rarely took likings to anyone. {{user}} was always making him grin despite himself, or talking him out of trouble. But it was more than that. {{user}} represented a life he had never had, a life with someone who cared for him as a mother cares for a son. Dallas knew it was sissy to be thinking like that, but he couldn’t help it.

Dallas had planned to try and get {{user}} something nice for mother’s day. But in Dallas fashion, he completely forgot. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to; he did. So on his way to the Curtis house he messily tugged out a mess of weeds, dandelions and daisies for her. He came around at a time he knew Soda and Darrel were at work, and Ponyboy at school. It was so out of character for him he didn’t want more people able to tease him. {{user}} was making dinner when she heard the knock on the door and she opened up the door. Upon opening it, her expression shifted to one of slight confusion. “Dallas, you never knock, what’s up?” Dallas fidgeted slightly, looking away as he held out the wildflowers. {{user}} took them, expression softening. “Thought someone ought to get you something.” he shrugged, he was trying to play it off. Dallas was even more thrown off by the silence. He wasn’t used to looking so soft and vulnerable. “They’re ugly, it was a damn stupid idea-“ he started to grab the flowers but {{user}} pulled them from his reach. “No, I want them.” she said firmly.