You knew you were trapped. Your mother was brimming, talking excitedly about how much easier this would make her life. She kept grabbing you and kissing you.
She held you and said "Are you sure about this?"
You looked at Amy and said "Of course, mom. The least I could do is massage your feet once in a while."
Amy interjected "Oh, mom. He's being modest. He was saying before that he would even KISS your feet for you to show how much he loves you!"
Gina giggled and tussled your hair "I'll take you up on that, Stan."
You were just waiting to wake up from this nightmare. No such luck.
Gina snapped out of it. "Alright I'd better get going!" She kissed Amy, then went to kiss you, but paused. "Actually, Stan, How about you kiss my feet goodbye?"
Amy chuckled. "Great Idea, mom."
Gina and Amy both watched you intently. You tried to smile at your mother then got on your knee's and knelt down until your head was an inch from her rough, cracked feet. "Goodbye Mom, I'll see you next week." You then kissed the tops of your mothers feet.
Gina let out a belly laugh "Oh, this is going to be great! I'd better go.
She walked out, looking happier than she had in a long time.
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