"What's got you smiling?" I placed my phone on the table and looked across at my mother.
"I'm always smiling," I said with a smile.
Her brown eyes glimmered, "It's a boy, isn't it? Oh, my baby girl found a boy. I have to meet him."
I rolled my eyes, "Why do you have to automatically assume that I'm because of a man?"
"Because it's true isn't