mother

"Hi, I love you. Happy about to be mother's day. Do you know how much I love you?"

"Oh, that's nice. Honey ... I'm having another ant invasion, can I call you back?"

"...yeah. ok. how many invasions does this make this week?"



"They dead again, mom?"

"Yes, I hoovered them but I think I see one alive, can I call you back?"

"um yeah (guess I have no choice)"



"I love you mom, have I told you that? really, I just want you know to how much you mean to me; I love you so much that sometimes I cry"

"Oh dear, that's nice. I appreciate it"

"Mom, can you just once, ever, just let me love you?"

"I don't know why you'd love me so much."

"But -"

"I don't deserve all this love. I was a bad mom."

"Ok. Let's try this: yeah, you were a really shitty mom, then my life turned into an expression of your shit, blah blah blah. Now, get over it already, I did. Ok?"

"Ok, I'll consider that, and I love you too, dear."

may 8, probably. 2009