“Perfect,” was my response. “I’ll shower and then come get you.” In an attempt to get something for her friend’s daughter’s baby shower, my mom and I visited roughly eight different stores.
“Come on, Trina,” insisted my mother. “We are unable to get Mimi the traditional presents! I’m confident that the baby will inherit her eccentricity.
“You’re not wrong,” I said with a laugh. Eventually, we were both so hungry that we just needed to sit down and rest.
My mother said, “Let’s get some food,” as she was leaving the mall and heading across the street. My marriage was about to alter when my mother noticed something,
