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