In a sort of happy accident, I am able to visit my mother this Mother’s Day. There doesn’t seem to be any real plan about what we’re doing. I know she’ll probably defer to what we, my father and I, want to do no matter how many times we tell her it’s her day. I find, in my soul, that I long to be home.
The days are dwindling down for this job I’m on, and I’m not sure if I’ll even be working next month. Today, though, maybe I can just take a breath and be home. Hopefully, I’ll be able to pick up some flowers on the way, and she’ll be able to tell us what she actually wants. Usually, she just wants us to be together, and I suppose, that’s really all I want for today too.
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