"Mami", Sofia's voice was soft and warm as she approached her mother at one of their favorite places for breakfast. Their arms flung open for an embrace followed by a kiss. She gave her father a peck on the cheek before she took her seat across from them.

They made the best of small talk. Sofia updated them on her little sister while they informed her of their eldest. "Y abuela?" English and Spanish interchanged without pause as they caught up on everything relevant and important.

"How is Adrian," he mother asked. Sofi left out details as she recounted her weekend at Ultra and how successful her cousin's performance had been. "That boy needs to get married already." She shook her head in disagreement, "Mom, he is still so young. He doesn't need to worry about that."

She knew where this conversation was headed. They had already had it so many times before.

Her father silently agreed with her, he didn't think she nor any of the other "kids" from her generation needed to get married. "Ay, let them be young," he offered in solidarity, "Things aren't the way they used to be." Sofia smiled at her father, he was always her savior.

"Mi amor, when are you going to get married?" Her mother couldn't help herself. Try as they did to steer the conversation elsewhere she needed to pressure Sofia once more. "I'm not seeing anyone right now." Sofia's attitude shifted, "I don't know why we have to talk about this everytime I see you guys."

It was obvious that her father was made uncomfortable so he asked for the check, he hated to upset any of his daughters. "It's just... you're getting older Sofia. You need to find yourself a good man and settle down." She rolled her eyes as she sipped her cafe con leche. "What if I'm gay mom? What if I don't want to have kids?"

Her mother's mouth remained partially open in shock. "Sofia," her father questionsed her, "Are you gay?" He reached out to place his hand on hers, "You can tell us." Her mother nodded her head and placed her hand on her chest in suspense. "You know we love you."

She felt guilty for using that as a way to upset the conversation but she needed her mom to back off. "No, I'm not. But why does getting married and having kids have to be the end all, be all for women?"

"Amor, I only want the best for you. Don't you want to be a mother?" She was about to lay on the guilt trip, "Being a mother was the best decision I made in my life." Sofi blotted her lip stick on a napkin, "Maybe. No. Yes. I don't know."

With her career being so successful Sofia couldn't imagine having a child anytime soon. She had always heard that traveling after becoming a parent was never the same, and she often did for work. Getting married and having a child was not at the top of her list of things to do.

"Okay," her mother looked skeptical. "What ever you want. It's your life," she was clearly upset but tried not to show it. "I love you, my little girl. Adios."