i am as tall as her-

far past the point of being able

to tuck myself under her chin for a hug.

she comes to my bedroom door,

sobbing

(she's done this before)

and she asks for a hug.

as we hug,

(my head even with hers,

far too old to be afraid of my mother's tears),

she tells me she doesn't know where she went wrong.

she wants us to be friends again.

(i wasn't aware that we weren't)

and she says,

"can we be nice again?"

which isn't really fair because

like i said,

i didn't ever know that we weren't being nice.

but i am a good child,

so i hug her,

(my shoulders taller than hers)

and tell her,

"of course"