“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 when we were walking down the street.
“It’s just too big and too colorful for me…” My mother tugged my arm and pointed out a restaurant window as I was discussing my sister’s new tattoo.
