On The Way Home

On the way home from the zoo I had the momentary impulse to call my mom.

You see, I didn't have many friends in middle and high school, and this worried my mom quite a bit.

So, as I've made my group of mom friends, I have found myself calling on the way to (or from) play dates.

Mostly because I knew how much my mom would like hearing that I have friends now.  And to prove, something...

I left a message on my grandmother's phone instead--but it just didn't feel the same.

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