11. Visiting

On a Sunday afternoon,

I went out to my front porch swing

to call Mom

after another week of treatment.

 

She couldn’t talk.

She was going out to dinner

with an old friend who stopped in town

just to visit her.

 

Too bad.

I sure needed cheering up.

1 thought on “11. Visiting”

  1. geez, tears …

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