Today, I took my mom to Claim Jumper cause I was craving ribs. I asked about her parents. The marriage was arranged. Her mom was from the countryside and was hardworking. Her dad was educated and from Japan. He was pickier about his work and thus was always home. He wasn't a great father or husband.
My mom picked up one of those baby apples from the basket on the way out. She laughed and said it was too cute to eat. The color and the shape of it. She just wanted to look at it. I missed my mom right then. She is so great.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
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