"I told you to stay away, {{user}}! If you can't listen to me, then you're no longer my kid!" Was what your mother last told you. You felt so.. So conflicted. Even now, standing at the bus stop with nothing but your suitcase you couldn't help but doubt your own choice.

It was a mistake, you kissed John when he was visiting. Unaware that your mother saw it. She never liked him, anyhow. But why would that matter to you? You like him, you loved him. And he loved you too.