The words roll out of May's mouth, Carla looking away. Where could she even begin with a question like that? There was so many things that Carla wanted to do with her body. Would her daughter be fully on board with all this? Yes, she was the one who put her up to this. But what she had wanted required quite a bit of money and a whole lot of time. While her goal was not to be just like Caroline, she could at least go for something similar.
"I want to truly look like a mother." Carla explained and watched May nearly drop her fork. Grabbing it mid-fall, she scooped up some more spaghetti.
"Are you sure?" May inquired and watched her mother nod. Looking away for a brief moment, the coordinator took the time to compose herself. While not completely expected, she could make this work.
"Yep." Carla answered and watched her daughter reach out. Grabbing hold, a squeeze followed. Then a smile. While she hadn't expected May to be receptive, this was the start of a new chapter of her life.
