Hi, Vicki. The map led her to a clearing where they used to play as children. In the centre was a half buried chest. Inside she found photographs of them when they were children and the deeds to the land she stood on. There was a letter from her brother. It asked her to build a home there to honour his memory, to fulfil both of their dreams.
It is a group of 2, me and her. lol. I have made a number of friends like I understand it used to be like here. The people I referenced are all totally different! Enjoyable! It helps that I am retired and am flexible with my time.
She does. It is like sometimes I feel her presence very strongly. Of us five children, I was her favorite. She told me that in the last year of her life. I felt sorry for my siblings who, to varying degrees, were not there for her.
Please use these words in your entry today: Mother, accurate, handy, relevance, reckless, swop, fork, and accountable.
Mother and I met for our usual Saturday lunch date. We were seated at our favorite booth. She was given a seniors menu. It had been a drama-filled Friday the day before. I was eager to tell her all about it. She was a good listener and never rushed me.
My friend, Sue, was arrested for reckless driving. She called to ask me to call her mother and explain what happened. She talked about camping with her boyfriend, Jon. To me, it had no relevance but I was not going to interrupt her train of thought. She called at dawn. My mother knew Sue well which is why she was not surprised. I dropped my fork. She asked if I was sure Sue said reckless. I assured her it was accurate.
She had babbled on about Jon and camping, and not saying how or why she was driving like a maniac. The girl was never accountable for her actions. I checked to see if the waiter was handy to bring me a clean fork and refill our drinks. He was and picked up our glasses to refill them and swap out my dirty fork.
My mother took a sip, looked up at me, and said how happy she was to have me for her daughter. That was Mother's Day 2002. She was gone on the seventh of July. I tell my daughter how happy I am to have her as my daughter and have heard her tell her daughters the same thing. It is a beautiful thing to say and hear.
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