So say I’m your mom.' ...

So say I’m your mom.\' \'What?\' I said. \'I’m your mom,\' he repeated. \'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.\' I could feel myself blushing. \'I can’t do that,\' I said. \'Why not?\' he asked. \'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?\' \'No,\' I said. \'It’s just–\' \'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.\' I just looked at him. \'I just… It’s weird.\' \'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.\' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.
So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.
 Sarah Dessen

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