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About eight of my friends, including my girlfriend of two years, were coming over after our graduation ceremony and we were going to party as long as we could. My mom, Janet, has been very proud of me and she decided to suspend her house rule this one time, but she insisted on being at home to chaperone. She has done a great job raising me and my sister as a single mom for more than ten years – and a young mom at that, having my older sister when she was seventeen and me three years later – and she hasn’t been much of a partier because she’s been working two and three jobs to support us, so this was an opportunity for her to let her hair down.
    She deserved this, more than I did, in my opinion.
    She spent a lot of time planning this, asking me who to invite, how much food to buy, what to buy, etc. It almost felt like she was planning a wedding. Even though there were only ten of us, she wanted to make sure every detail was planned out. When my graduation presents came in from relatives and friends, she seemed more excited about them than I was. All the same, I got some pretty sweeeet stuff.
    “Mom, why are you making such a big deal about this?” I asked. “It’s not like I’m stopping my formal education; I do have an academic scholarship to college, y’know.”
    “I know, honey,” my mom said. “It’s just that, well, when I was pregnant with your sister I had to drop out of school and get married. Then, when I went back to get my GED and passed, there was no celebration or congratulations for me, even though I went to night school while working full-time and trying to raise two small kids. Guess I’m living vicariously through you. Is there something wrong with that?”
    I smiled. “No, not at all, Mom,” I said, kissing her on the cheek.
    “By the way,” she asked me, “did you get a confirmation that those brothers, Jake and Steve, were coming?”
    “Yeah, why?” I asked.
    “Just wondering, because I hadn’t heard anything,” she said. “I think they’re good kids and I’m glad you have friends like that. I think they’d add something to this party.”
    “Oh, OK,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “If you don’t mind, Mom, it’s five o’clock; I think I better head upstairs and get ready.”
    “OK sweetie,” my mom said.
    “Pease don’t call me that in front of my friends,” I said, sounding exasperated.
    “Why not? Isn’t it my job to embarrass my kids?” She said with a laugh. I groaned and rolled my eyes as I went upstairs.
    I took a shower, shaved and got dressed. I put on my nicest pair of navy-blue dress slacks, a red golf shirt and black dress shoes – similar to wingtips. I checked myself out in my mirror – I’m not a vain person generally, but I did look good. I smiled to myself, put my graduation gown on and carried my cap in my hand as I went downstairs.
    “Mom, are you ready?” I called out.
    “Yes, I’m ready,” she said, putting her earrings in. Although she was my mom, I could objectively say she looked real good for being thirty-eight.  She could easily pass for younger than thirty. She was five-foot-six with blonde hair that hung down between her shoulder blades, and was a very fit body – I knew she worked out practically every day – with a twenty-six-inch waist, thirty-four-inch hips and everything was tucked into a skin-tight black dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs. She wore pearls, red lipstick, blue eye shadow that accented her blue eyes, and diamond earrings – they were a gift to herself for divorcing my dad, who has not been in the picture at all since he ran out on us in the middle of the night ten years ago.
    “You look great, Mom,” I said, bending down slightly to kiss her on the cheek (I’m six feet tall).
    “Aww, thank you honey,” she said. “And you look very handsome, like you‘re a man or something.”
    I chuckled. “Thanks. If you’re ready, let’s go.”
    “Great,” she said, grabbing her purse by the