I Am The Reason Joe Might Not Come To Thanksgiving

In our apartment block lives an old man, with a limp. He is on disability and lives alone. My mother felt sorry for him and invited him for Holiday dinners. His name is Joe, from his last name he is Italian from Rhode Island. Whenever he comes over I have to talk to him. Joe was a fireman before he fell and broke his back and hip.

Joe also likes me, and I would get out of the apartment by telling my mother I was going to my friends apartment on the next floor, but I went to Joe's apartment. A neighbor saw me and told my mother and now my mother told me she can't ask Joe for Thanksgiving. She will take him a plate instead.

Joe just needs someone to talk to, maybe letting him love me is wrong, but I am 19 not 12. And I was not a virgin the first time I went to see him. Before the virus I went out and there were boys who did what boys do and some of that was with me. I just want my mother to ask Joe to dinner on Thanksgiving. I feel sorry for him too.