My mom's 57
My mom just turned 57 last Friday. The dinner in our zoo, my childhood home, has been one of our most heartwarming dates so far.
She cooked morcon, fried chicken, and chopsuey. She always liked cooking. With 12 dogs and 10 cats in their care, it hasn't been easy.
I get that.
My dad didn't join, he was so sleepy coming from a wake the night before.
My mom and I didn't talk about anything that much. However, it was solemn. We didn't have our phones. We didn't have the TV on. It was just us, in the working table my dad built for me in their old bedroom surrounded by 4 cats oogling at the food.
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