“Hello?” The soft accent spoke into the phone. Mohinder sat at his desk, his tan brown skin glistening slightly from the oppressive summer heat that was New York. Despite it being the coldest winter in a while, it had turned into one of the hottest heat waves of the summer. Mohinder did not mind the heat too much, but he did admit that it made him sweat, and want to wear fewer layers. Always the gentlemen, he kept on his pants, but had taken off his shirt so only his under shirt was showing. The white cotton was doing a poor job at hiding anything as it slowly became wet though. As the person on the other end of the line spoke, a smile that was pure white flashed across his face. “Mother, hello!” he said with such happiness it almost seemed like his face might break. “How are you?” he asked, and listened as his mother told about her day, nodding slowly as he listened to her words. Suddenly his smile stopped, and a look of exasperation formed instead. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Mother, are you trying to set me up again?” Mohinder asked in all seriousness. Slowly he stood up, not able to sit in the hot chair anymore and sat on his desk instead “Mother, I do not want you to set me up. If you find someone who is great for me, that’s fine, but I do not need help. I want to find that one person for me all by myself.” He paused, waiting for his mother to speak “Yes, I understand that I am getting older, and that I haven’t found someone yet. If I am meant to be with someone then I will find them though, and if I’m not then I won’t. You’ll have to accept that.” Here he had another pause. “Mother, I have to go, I have a lot of research to do. I love you too.” Slowly he turned, putting the phone back in its cradle. He took a deep sigh and ran his hand down his face before he slowly sat down. What was he going to do about his mother?
Days until Norton Expires: 688
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